A Locket Made of Whispers

Sat, 10/26/2013 - 16:46 -- Sabelle



There is a madman on the wall

Where he hangs with sticky fingers.

And in his quick-silver hand

Lies a locket made of whispers.

“To hold them close,” he says,

“To keep forever” he echoes.

But the locket falls with a snap

And the voices raise among him.

And all that is left of that man, my dear,

Is a locket once made of whispers.


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