Chiseled whispers into voids unending—
crimson slips fractal, reverberating,
from marks forgotten upon the skin
... the echo dances here.
Punctured whispers, fears unspoken,
with stutter— echo of—breathe,
intangible lines written by fever
fading unread, endlessly forever for now.
[Regain your footing, find the sinuous threads that pulsate in symphony].
Crimson veins seeping into ether—
oh, embrace the void-interrupted, bind them,
yet find embrace lost in the scattered grains
where silence sings a fragmented reminiscence.