May 2023
it is dark as
it is cold
i am naked/
falling
spiralling into
another song
caressing me slowly
are the arms of an
ocean
it only finds
me when i am
scattered
it only finds
me when there is
nothing
the end of
times
they conspire/
tie the knots
thousand cuts/
a thousand skeletons
threads of
grief
more than
flesh and bones;
people aren't
made of silence
but people aren't
made of silence
deafening/
there is thunder
captured in
our skin
pulsating in the
middle of it all
there is an
abyss
keeping us
awake.
