There's a thing in the reflection

Two beady eyes shoved deep into black
sockets, stabbing through my temple

There's a hunch in their back,
but not by choice

A collar wraps tightly around
the throat, creating deep holes for
inconsolable truths to slip out


I woke to him hanging from the
ceiling; ever constant blank expression plastered

The wire is wrapped around my body

We have never spoken a word
to one another. forever inseparable

A gentle kiss on the forehead,
and suddenly the floor seems much less cold