silence

Ive got to drag me back to words

Back to poetry,

Back to furiously typing badly written sentences

Before my tears spill sad and confused and emptied.

 

Quick I can sense a wave of

Surging

Clear liquid, emerald white foam icing gently lapping on the shore

Beached and marooned on confusion,

Receding and trickling into tiny island creeks

Of salty stings and soothing sorries.

 

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