Your Voice

And there it was,
your voice...
(I had almost, finally forgotten)

I feel the shattering,
I can hear it.
Sounding of glass on glass,
grinding just beneath the skin.
The moon hides as you speak
as to say...

I can’t seem to breathe,
let alone speak.
So your voice fills the Void.

Am I angry??
I have burned my heart to rid it
of the memories of the
noise you create.

You ask.
I answer...

And it ends
and the silence swallows
me whole.

I deleted your # for a reason...