Twisting Knives

One of November's Withering; 2009.

D e a d   noise   ringing in.
The ears. Where silence.
Is deafening. And cut / t / in / g  ... out.

The split wires buzz and spark.
The ambiance of the.
Screaming døgs.
Is lovely.

Twisting knives.
In the dark. I am.
Here, but.
Where are you?