A Voice Now Gone

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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