There i s
beau tiful
trans-par-
e ncy in
o u r un-
s po ke n
w o r d s,
no embellished perfection, rather simple contented silence, a deriv-
ative of unhappy places where spoken words were once severing
w e a p o n s,
a n d a n y
h o p e o f
recon- cili-
a t i o n a
a c r u c i-
f i x beam
stret- ched
a c r o s s
our backs,
the weight
o f w h a t
n e a r l y
killed us.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
There i s
beau tiful
trans-par-
e ncy in
o u r un-
s po ke n
w o r d s,
no embellished perfection, rather simple contented silence, a deriv-
ative of unhappy places where spoken words were once severing
w e a p o n s,
a n d a n y
h o p e o f
recon- cili-
a t i o n a
a c r u c i-
f i x beam
stret- ched
a c r o s s
our backs,
the weight
o f w h a t
n e a r l y
killed us.
Recently published at The Mind(less) Muse, March 2013
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