What lies beneath the surfaceof the pandering eyes hanging heavy under the influence of silent voices measuring the shortest lies between two Gibsons peelingthe onion blurring the lines of silents voices

𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓃𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝑜𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽

Scented cardamom lingering of the ghost hosting promises of unspoken surrenderchilling the lime drawn to intoxication squeezing my Tequila unravelling threads with an empty glass, two fingers neatleaving behind sacraments on the tongue of sodomy lingering of the ghost

  Requiem for the berries Ripe on the tongue That once echoed In the new mown hayNow swallowed by darkTainted with decay A last breathA solemn pleaEternal graceNot granted to theeA wraith I have becomeA soul with no formFor a taste...