In the twilight I'll be jawing, unsaid words between my teeth,a phantom rhythm in the fading light as the sky exhales,its final, bruised purple breath, and I am left with the grit of all, I couldn't speak. My tongue, an anchor,...

Perfectly still caught in the windsbeating slow with pulse of gales where time has paused like statues breath waiting to exhale 

Entombed in a silent fractured choiron a knife's edge of broken iceschisms of pallid ghosts with phantom limbs aching stillfloating in stygian dark falling into eternal abyss entombed in a silent fractured choir 

𝒩𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝒷𝒶𝒽,𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽’𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎, 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓈𝑒,𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉, 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔.