I died, choking on the silent syllables
gurgling I struggled to survive the onslaught
of bile from my belly as my ears burned.
The churning spasms drowning out sound
as if hoping to save me from what I heard.
It’s too late, you have already murdered me
your words small and sharp like a razor
slicing through my my tendons and sinews
leaving me helpless, unable even to blink
as your lips open hysterically wide, cavernous
and the words tumble out like sentences.
Prison sentences sundering my freedom
and chaining my heart to a memory jail.
Resurrect me, I beg you. My ears bleed
but still I am listening for your voice
I could be Lazarus if only you would speak.
It’s cold and lonely in the grave alone
so call my name and summon me forth.
I see it in your eyes that you love me still
resurrect me, for I am not yours to kill