Holding memories I cannot possessin a crowded closetconnecting soulssize, 9 and a half empathy for shoebox

In twilight's breath, dark swallowing light cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth echoes growing louder in council of secrets no longer muffled whispers of raven flightbut Polly wants a cracker perched on a throneyet feast for the...

...𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇, 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹

Clinging to a skein      of insanity   woven to a knot replacing air  unravelling the soul     loose stitch fraying the mind  taunting a maze of screaming symphony