ECHO

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I hear a roar today

you can't 

it's an inner sound

What they didn't tell you was how he fed on Echo before the moonlight

How he washed his face with her tears 

and while she slept, he combed his hair with her teeth as he held her jaw open

In daylight, he'd feign all he could see was within the pool

while his eyes were focused on the periphery

Her heart was so full 

the pain would slip away from her memory by morning 

when she'd watch him before the mirror

His tears shook her and to hold her there he'd tell her tales that never ended

while he licked the drink from her eyes

He told her she had to stay by his side

without him she would vaporize, be subsumed by his pool of water

a reflection of him, an echo

The keel to his boat, what was really a setting for slaughter

After I told her this

the intuit roared with laughter 

as she told me my nectar attracts a myriad of flies

I thought about it for days after

thankfully I can improvise

I swat to survive

and I've mastered removing traces 

I don't repeat any last words

and with the pen in my right hand I write endings,

a type of homeostasis, as the ink dries I know I've passed

I hear myself today

I take it in 

a breathing sound

I hear the wind today

it's shutting down

true desire envelops

the ejection rejection of the glutton

My ears still echo the sound,

I hear the donkey bray, beneath the growl in his throat

I hear the dog bark

The crow arrived just after the ink dried,

once it was all said and done 

signalling obsidian eye to eye 

squawked in my windowsill

together, we watched the sun

I hear a roar today

you can't 

it's an inner sound