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 

eyelid stares 

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.