behind the echo

every sound has an origin...

behind the echo is a cry...

slithering down the limbs, I cannot stop the momentum of this fall.

the ghosts are hovering over my clandestine grave.

I have cornered my prey into the most obvious corner of my heart, only to surrender all at her feet.

entranced by the beauty of her, I am suspended between these worlds.

caught in the quake, my bones shudder...

if this love be the dagger, then I am without hesitation going to drink the blade.