Space Junk

Heavy lies a winter tongue,

Whispers cast from frozen lungs,

Fear the silence of frostbitten screams,

That shake me from necrotic dreams,

Exorcise or cut them from me,

Before the nightmares feel like company.

Darkness in search of a feast tonight,

Drink until I drain the constellations of light--

Until there's no north star in the sky,

Just aimless rocks in a once beautiful lie.

Space-junk coated in ice and defeat,

Echoes devoured before they repeat.