This page is a graveyard.
I bury my secrets
beneath the gentle curves of vowels and the razor edges of consonants.
Each written word
holds a bit of truth,
a bitter truth
that thrashes
in violent desperation
to be known.
I suffocate it
with ********
and it becomes nothing
but a ghost
that stirs the reader's heart.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
This page is a graveyard.
I bury my secrets
beneath the gentle curves of vowels and the razor edges of consonants.
Each written word
holds a bit of truth,
a bitter truth
that thrashes
in violent desperation
to be known.
I suffocate it
with ********
and it becomes nothing
but a ghost
that stirs the reader's heart.
(c) Alisandra Gray, 2014.
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