Strings and Wires and Cables..

I heard your voice through the wires, all tangled and tired. I heard my voice repeat back to you, gravelly and worn out. Mutual melancholy.

But it's the words that catch me, the words that shake me. I fall into them, spiraling and bound. When I hear your mouth forming sounds, I shiver with the color of the timbre. It cannot be replicated, duplicated. It is a color like an oil slick, my heart pumps that color wildly in my chest. It shakes me, shakes me so violently I feel as though my ribs will crack and I shall lie upon the floor splayed like a broken dolly.

And all I can feel is shame. Because I don't love you. And I will never again. What you seek from me you sought too late, my precious friend.