3:00 am.

3:00 am.

By Priya Evans

Flies circling, death descending. Spilled wine, cigarette stubs. Knives licked clean by greedy tongues. Darkness shrouds the eggshell stage. Curtains drawn, pen bled dry. 

Silent silhouettes: this empty opportunity.

Losing focus, finding shame. Shattered mirrors, salted waves. Names unknown in vacant space. Cracking pavements breaking spines. Crushing weight, unheard sighs. 

Fractured cries: this practised lunacy.

Frozen fingers, leaking eyes. Sharpened teeth, bitter time. Words unspoken die in flames. Burning knuckles lined with rage. Stillness echoes, empty veins. 

Hands untwined: this forgotten melody.