Aug
1
in someone else’s place
unseen prints on blank walls
stare me down under the chill
hum of dead air
unseen voices echo down the hall
pebbles tossed down an abandoned well
there is no flicker of life in this cell
except for thoughts of you
your words, your wants, your whispers
are you slipping out of clothe
sliding into bed, just a distance away
are your thoughts moving through space
fingers tracing patterns on your skin
I sit here with neon flicker in the darkness
wishing, wanting you
with only the whispering fan
pebbles rolling down the hall outside
and the movement of my thoughts
