premeditated murder

you will speak
when spoken to

hollow tin cans
washed and stored
for emergency calls

the sacred wonder
to be visible
behind the jellyfish spine

i spoke
you heard no sound

soap scum
lines the rim
of my mind

careless words
left caressing sores
better left behind

lies
all of them

left you
before i was stolen
my soul ebbs

flows on
toward the echo
wedged inside