Glinting needles weave back through raw flesh,
black threads unravel 
    and I wait,
        watching
           as you fall apart,
this time I will not speak.

Muted in a space so empty
that everything is hollow –
    hollow eyes observe
        invalid promises
            dissipating
amongst hollow words.

Never is the now we breathe
under punctured skies
    where we hope
        for whispers
            that might pierce
the screaming silence.

Buried memories, sealed from decay,
wind tendrils into unwary minds
    exhausted with avoidance,
        the truth too dark, 
            too cold
to awaken into reality…

Where I wait,
    watching
        as you fall apart.