in an attempt to touch the base
of my vocal chords
I cry out aloud and harsh
I caress a ball of fur
and my palm feels a hardened surface
what could cause it?
this subtle erosion in my soul
it does not hurt
it sits silent
in anticipation
of some new age emotions
that could carry me
across these clouds
shaken or broken or mended?
may be I will know
or might not know
but I know this gulp sitting right now
will never leave the base of my throat
this is made of the matter
stolen from my soul.
