snap crackle pop
let everyone drop to their knees sewn up sisters with stitched shut eyes waiting for others reassuring sighs goodbye wanderings when you should have just left it’s nothing new to be part of the theft leaving a reason hanging in our room a dull drum beat thumping sonically resonating booms swishing and sinking with every encounter keeping answers away
still hearts beating
these are not the memories i want to display while age takes away my graying hair
leaving me blank
yearning to tell you that Sunday’s sitting on benches stretching the scenery listening to mediocrity while silent circles swarm around our gloom is not our killing day’s tomb
get up and take the months of torture with you.