Voices (syllables of the alphabet)


in the corner
eyes trap
shadowy substance
muffled moment
time ticks
paralyzed prisoner
of ever-recurring nightmare.


go back, rebuke them
never minding
banished barbs
spiders scramble
boycott books
and visceral voices
your mutters freeze the air.

(written 10/2016, never published before, and chose to empty my draft folder this morning. don’t make me regret it.)