Muscle against Murmur

Dear stranger,

This is a creepy and insightful write, but for me it is so cryptic that I had to read it several times to put it together (here, in the land of the 1 minute read, you'll suffer for that).

I heard a play at three in the morning
A woman's voice, wavering, unsure
as it sidestepped leaf and cobweb
to my bedroom window
moving nothing

She feels the space - room to move (the first verse does not set the scene clearly enough for me to understand what is happening here)
There's time yet, and silence to push through
The voice experiments a little
leaving murmuring behind
toying with soft cajoling
like a pup who whimpers and dances
dust on her chain
choking herself - the pain of entrapment
made cruelly, unnecessarily sharp
in the desire for release
the desire for freedom

Leaves jostle leaves
cobwebs shiver
time is still
silence is sacrificed to it
as she pushes further
on and on
the voice climbs, intensifies
becomes a spiraling whine (I think you need to have introduced the male character, because the tension can't build without a protagonist)

Surer in volume, twisted in angst
as it rushes forth
like the dog against the limits of a chain
knowing the inevitability of the head
snapped
back
flipped full-face
desperate for an inch of gained ground

The woman is lost
to her whining now
Leaves are whipped and thrashed bout
by her howling
ripped through, as all becomes confusion
unseeing panic
a hurricane

I hold my breath
as I witness the eye of the hurricane
turn upon her
His eye (and here he is...a little late, as 'he' is central to creating the scene?)
"I'll peel you back again if you don't shut
your fucking FACE!!" (this is a very colloquial expression, meaning missed by a large number of your readers here)

Leaves are stilled
cobwebs slackened
the morning returns to quiet
and left to rest
The dog's tail drooped now (first read I actually though you were talking about a dog...make the connection to her body language/emotional state clearer)
dragged low
as she turns three times, lies down
sighing
solitary whisper

The woman pulls her shattered body inside herself
for a time
then
slowly reaches out a murmur
and another, to him
Feels the silence to be pushed through
and the second act begins
in the leaves and cobwebs
outside my bedroom window
at three in the morning (the feeling in the 'ending' is delicious :-)

All opinion, and dodgy at best :-)

dp

Funny, that reflects what happened at the time; was a long while before I was aware of him.
Cheers for the suggestions  :-)

Ok, so you're new here, but I've already kinda bagsed the smiley face thing :-)

this is amazing

Thank you babybruises
I appreciate your encouragement