A Voice Now Gone

March 20, 2020

The night a killer with retinas that burn,

all verses running mad

Fists of silence coming out of the dark,

opening up to grab

Fingers choking the last vocal chord,

strangulation by command

The quiet finality of a voice now gone

—gripped in my own hands

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

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