My hands are tongue-tied, my mouth
a shutter that ***** open in the wind;
empty words parade their ground but I
think now before I speak.
You watch my movements, tracking each
for the abnormal; waiting for me to mess up
and forget to hide these crimes
you so carefully cultivated.
I jump in the darkness, so you see things
which are not there; shivering screaming
silence, spoken aloud only when
your distance we both share.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
My hands are tongue-tied, my mouth
a shutter that ***** open in the wind;
empty words parade their ground but I
think now before I speak.
You watch my movements, tracking each
for the abnormal; waiting for me to mess up
and forget to hide these crimes
you so carefully cultivated.
I jump in the darkness, so you see things
which are not there; shivering screaming
silence, spoken aloud only when
your distance we both share.
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