Aching Silence
It’s black — this lack of words; a void… too cold. I only hear myself reflected darkly between each heartbeat; caesurae of the muted nights. It’s black — this lack […]
Daily Archives: July 31, 2018
Awake at three AM
It’s not the wail of wind, not this scent of sweat, it’s not from lack of light but in the subtle weight of these words unstitched. To be linked to […]
