When Shadows Sing

It's difficult
to recognize
a single voice;

a song from
the shadows

or someone screaming
in the night.

It might be me.

No one's senses
are reliable when
there is no one
left to sing to.

In silence,
receding light,
a soundless cello,

its nylon strings
like a woman

hiding her bruised
and sobbing mouth.

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