The Echo


Hearing the first

breath of this expanding

death on repeat,

even the sun will go out.


Still it has a

name written on bed sheets

an endless ending,

closing all the windows.


How is it pronounced.


The word for

exactly how many tears

absorbed in a lifetime,

bone deep soaked through


this pillow

this skin

this life on repeat.


The only one sound left

or is it the echo

31poemsMegan Jones