Your frozen words float
like flakes
falling from invisible lips.
Aimlessly I would
pick up the yearnings
trying to caress me.
Talking to me in
hushed tones, to give a
tang of silence and release.
The otherness, like a
silvery spider\'s web invites.
You wait at the edge, pondering―
To walk in or not. You
bite your tongue, cannot move.
There were suicides.
The cadavers talk.