Murmured Name

 

The night had awoken,

as had I.

My eyes flickered open,

reality seeped inside

like a viscous liquid,

it clung to my skin,

finding any pore

then oozing its way in.

 

Yanked from sleeps

warming grasp,

slowly the world

swirled into focus

like a slow-motion whirlpool

of visions and sounds.

 

Pale moon sat high,

in the crisp night air.

Through window blinds

it clothed the room

in costumes of light.

Showed me the figure standing there,

just in the corner of my sight.

 

Not a word was spoken.

Her mouth ripped open,

a gaping void into nothing.

My stare unbroken.

I let out a startled gasp

that clasped itself tightly

around my throat.

Choking the sounds 

before they could fall out.

 

In this cool night air.

shivering bones shook their last,

as she screamed in voiceless rage.

In silent anger,

the sound more

like words on a page

or a silent movie,

but I could feel them

coursing through me.

She screamed it again.

Then the light dimmed.

She screamed it again

and my life like night

did come to an end,

she whispered it then

like she was shrouded in pain.

She whispered it then,

my murmured name.

 

 

 

 

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