the rumble of autos on our town's biggest thoroughfare
will never come close to the static roar that emanates
from those few centimeters between your ears
i can't hear your thoughts but their volume is deafening
and the evidence of their shouts shows in the strain in
your eyes
i've never really found washed-out irises beautiful before
but in their emptiness i see the fossils of a voice
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
the rumble of autos on our town's biggest thoroughfare
will never come close to the static roar that emanates
from those few centimeters between your ears
i can't hear your thoughts but their volume is deafening
and the evidence of their shouts shows in the strain in
your eyes
i've never really found washed-out irises beautiful before
but in their emptiness i see the fossils of a voice
death of z
