never to be spoken in a reflection

  • May 16, 2025, 11:54 p.m.
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i couldn’t make my getaway
fast enough
clutching hands catching me
and dragging me back down
my feet no traction i had no grip
reaching out to nothing as i heard
familiar voices calling me
echoing all about
surrounded by lies and betrayal
disguised in laughter
i screamed to me but i
did not hear, did not listen
those hands gripped tighter
further and further down
i spoke a small whisper
willing my complete surrender
i opened my eyes to
silence. i looked about
my eyes found no one
i cursed my existence

this is my fate, i whispered again
to no one, wishing for
silence


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