The dark echoes memories
That should have
Fell and into its depths
And died silently.
If I lay quiet,
Sometimes I can hear voices
Of memories and darkness
Murmuring their disagreement
Of what they are to do with me.
Sometimes darkness threatens to consume memories.
Sometimes memories threaten to consume darkness.
They ask, how much can a body break
From the weight of emotion
Or the weight of emptiness?
The dark echoes memories
That should have fell
Into its depths
And died silently.
Voices, non-voices
Comfort me with their company.
The only parts of me
Left behind.
