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.
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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.