Echoes


A voice
swells and shatters
into shards of frayed,
bloodless sound,
ripples and shivers
in the aching silence.
The brittle, cracked silence
scabs over, its' nerves filled
with echoes,
ghosts of living sound.

Voices have ghosts.

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