Alphabet Soup

Coils of covers mummify me

Past arms’ reach emptiness expands

Across cotton folds, concrete worlds,

And over glass ridden sands

A body there is meant to be

Erasing silence with comforting breath

That hugs my core quite hungrily

Filling this hole to its depth

But all I see in day’s first blush

When orbs skim the vast, cold air

Is an empty shell left next to me

A fading scent lingering in webs of hair

So now I fill that hollow grave

With words like alphabet soup

To melt the icy heart sick soul

Whose lips fell frozen and mute

~kfu