Fractured Echoes

Thread by thread. We gonna pull apart the seams we swore were sacred.

Read. Go, go. By the seams we swore were

sacred. Go, go. Words decayed and hauled.

Both silence shaped like vows we never stayed. Echo regret. Go,

go. Bre-bre-bre-bre-bre-bre-bre. The plague you name now wears a suit and

golden cells. A silence in its stead. We learn to

leave before we speak. And call it healing when we fled.

I know the rhythm frayed. But not the reason frayed. I feel the