When a Whisper Shifts
When a whisper shifts, it hollows out
tombs of insecurities, the smiles in which
I hold fade with each whisper. Thoughts, no longer mine
Running from reflections hidden behind painted walls
When a whisper shifts, suicidal ideation forms, knocking at unhinged doors
It’s footsteps creaking on bedroom floors
these thoughts are not my own
When a whisper shifts, my soul no longer belongs to me,
its cold air creeping through,
inviting the mental disorders I thought I buried
When a whisper shifts so does the rope hanging
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