and the recorder played on a loop, the terms of endearment never sounded so off

all I can hear in the back of my head

is the morally grey

and terms of endearment spelled b a c k w a r d s

( mirrored in a fractured frame )

it's like the scratch of a needle against the same record

played way too many times

the terms of endearment

never sounded so strange

and out of place,

like they sound now, e c h o i n g in my brain

as the rusty needle tries to play the same

c h e e r y

tone once again

- Anna Rose