Echolocation

I have dreamed
I've dreamed your image
I've begun to believe
You have ceased to exist
In the tangible world
The blistering humming
We sleep

Thousands of bats
Feral, fresh, hungry
Should I let them in
Or sell off the property

Incise the infection
Invite their protection

The lines in your face
The taste of your body
If I floated away
Would you still recognize me
Or maybe you don't
No reason to go
Embrace it a wrong
Or just close the window

phantom reflection
faint trail collection
Incise the infection
Invite their protection