Retreat

Scar of the spirited word,
Shine in thy secret glory.
Attuned to new webs of fiction,
Caress the dark, soft mirror.

If you knew,
If you knew all along,
Would you go back?
Would you swallow the story whole?

Fitted labels,
Bracketing the name, left to right.
Diminishing voice,
Speak when you're all alone.