— poetry, prose & fragments —
It starts the conversation no one wants to speak, A shadow seated where no kin will sit. As the silence turns to a fiend with a legion of teeth, Consumed by the void of its own flesh. Loneliness crept from the shelves, gnawing the marrow till bone sang hollow, Stuck in a place where no thought seems alive, For years had the heart felt bare and fallow. As memories rot but still seem to thrive. At last the body bled, yet from it issued none of the voice. Sometimes I think it’s weird, how long can one hold in the tears? Alone, I count the echoes of a life unlived.