It’s the trembling that makes me wonder.
when her shivers become something
more
a voiceless cry
expanding from her center
roiling outward in waves
that leave her shaken
and moved
(away from herself)
just how far is she.
It’s the trembling that makes me wonder.
when her shivers become something
more
a voiceless cry
expanding from her center
roiling outward in waves
that leave her shaken
and moved
(away from herself)
just how far is she.
Strange, the tricks the eye can play. When I flicked a glance, downward, through these your words I saw the word, ‘skeleton.’ And yet, upon reading the poem properly, I found that it is not there.
~ Ellie
Makes me want to build a closet, just to house (another) skeleton.
…and the little key bleeds and does not stop bleeding.