i plead into noise
the rope around my neck
i feel this
a darkened opening
holes in shallowness
blends and vibrations
your voice
the tension
pull it
rip it
the scabs of my neck
the void of our truth
the way you spoke in tongues
how i feel you in intervals
in revolving doors
narcissistic tendencies
looping like static
i touch the scars of my spine
the vertebrae that seem
broken, missing
as if each disc
remembers you
pressing down
i mouth your name
into black ceilings
into silence that folds
there is no answer
only breath
tight and unfinished
a pulse caught in wire
i am stretched between
what you were
and what you pretended to be
a body halved
a ritual undone
skin holding
what memory refuses to burn