some days, her silence scalds my ears
I hear crying in a quiet, soft, enclosed memory that sounds like a mute lunatic
Lurking on the edge of a bridge, pouring out her thoughts like joy turned into mania
Each weapon she shouts hits different
Next to my lips, sand pours down from the air
Cover that up, she says, cover up the blood
Everywhere, the body I left on the carpet is covered, a tiny farce of an invisible invasion
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Brilliant work!!
love it. Don't see to much dark poetry.
Excellent dark poetry for sure 🎤Drop the mic on this one !!!!
Whoaaa, this was so dark! I freaking loved it!
That was amazing. Well done, my friend.
Daahlink Mi - Good Grief you must have written this before your morning coffee...! Thank you for your lovely compliment re; my sketches. But, no I don't want to be an illustrator - I just share my 'goofy-goop' here with all of u'z within the VillageBucket. j.k.in.l.a
Oh, that first line was fire! Very difficult and emotional piece to read. Great writing, Melissa :)