Behold! The sight
of shifting eyes
bouncing ‘round its fellow pair
As darkness falls
and contact dies
mirroring the moon’s harsh glare
Hearken, ye!
That subtle sound…
the dying gasps of slaughtered words
Sputtering
as they are drowned
by dropping pins and cricket-birds
Alas! The stench
of stale vibes
the sweaty feel a handshake leaves
The aftertaste
your mouth imbibes
of musty webs that Silence weaves
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Behold! The sight
of shifting eyes
bouncing ‘round its fellow pair
As darkness falls
and contact dies
mirroring the moon’s harsh glare
Hearken, ye!
That subtle sound…
the dying gasps of slaughtered words
Sputtering
as they are drowned
by dropping pins and cricket-birds
Alas! The stench
of stale vibes
the sweaty feel a handshake leaves
The aftertaste
your mouth imbibes
of musty webs that Silence weaves
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