Echoes in the Dark

Tuck me in with trembling hands,

drown the light where the shadow stands.

Clench your fists, choke back the sound—

I am the wound that won’t stay bound.

Lie beside me, cold and stark,

let the silence eat the dark.

I’ll scream, —but darling, don’t you hear?

I’m just the echo, not the fear.

Let the mattress drink my grief,

let the night gnash its teeth.

Kiss me once—make it bleed,

no "wait," don’t ask "why", no need.

Not ever.

Not never.

Just.