Echolocation - Wintersleep

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, flesh 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 alone

Or just close the window

A phantom reflection

A faint recollection

Incise the infection

Invite their protection