I whispered in the dark to rid myself of the words unsaid, letting go of the past in hope of something more for me, a fundamental change within myself must rhythmically remove itself from my form, a dance unlike any other, brandishing my heart strings, feathering my nets, a severed hand without fingerprints, my code forgotten, doorways locked and impenetrable, we cuss, we curve, fondness, kittens, whispering whimsical words to deaf ears unheard, I saw a yellow scorpion, it’s venom burns, tail strong, teeth, recipes for hopelessness, are you a dying swan, or am I a mirror cracked upon my skull of misery, woe is words, deception is me….