Listen

Inside lonely moments
Of silence
Sleepless nights
And distant contemplation
Moments
When we lack the energy
To keep ourselves
Distracted
You can still hear
A whisper

We have been granted shelter
In this dense shadow
And those
Who stretch the fabric
With a curious desire
To see ourselves
Metastasize
Are the reason
I feel a kettle
On the verge of screaming
When sliding my fingers
Inside her warming flesh