[dark starlight]: 640..An End to Song

The cats are trapping the cicada with their claws...stopping their song, wings fluttering desperately. Fragments as you push through the wall. what is it shut so tightly in the Secret Box, the gossip I kept waiting through those pages, sound proofed by book binding. In spring will the love grow anew? Winter will be the death, yes, frozen, undone love weeping on frosted leaves. Will the roots thaw, will they? Can you answer for me, summer? Be my voice. Confidante. Companion. My mind rolls downhill with the nightmare of infidelity. What is lost in the ice will be washed away, forgotten soon in lakes of joy and warmth. No suffering here. We will be a sweet memory in my dying mind. Dried up like a shoveled woman. Cancer in the lungs. What fear grips and doesn't let go. Suffocating. It is so easy to lie, to pretend. Declare love and hold hands with disloyalty. I hold the knowledge of this. You could do it too, so simply. The cats ended love. Whores on your street corner. Beckoning. The signal for the lights to go out, my soul to walk emptily down the road, my shoes filled with ghost. Without you I am nothing.