Frantic Whispers (By Cat Matchuk)
Recall every song,
recall every memory.
Whispers are frantic
your breath of hope could ache.
Recall every song,
recall every memory.
Whispers are frantic
your breath of hope could ache.
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
Push through this skin
and paint a picture.
Finger painting
with blood.
It was all a young girl knew.
It itches and burns
to crack open and smell the blood, wasn’t the intention.
Growing raw against silk sheets, I couldn’t fix it.
I am trapped in the soft prison
of my own flesh.
The wardens have wrapped my heart in wire.
Tied down by the demons
that hunt us.
I don’t mind being another taken,
one more.
Sounds muffled, musicians play to the night.
Off the water and across the sand,
I sit and wait for you.
There you were, frail and weak,
if I touched you, you were sure to fall apart.
I knew you were there, and I knew you were alive,
I could hear it from the beating of your heart.