a little water churned by acids:
internal stomach sounds
jaw clicks mash
strawberry ice.
repetition of noises
fading into never
mind the **** in the wall.
brick pieces falling—
one for every two moments
of hushed time—
tiny little whispers
chronicling each and every
blunder
there is a void—
silence where your
voice should ring
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
a little water churned by acids:
internal stomach sounds
jaw clicks mash
strawberry ice.
repetition of noises
fading into never
mind the **** in the wall.
brick pieces falling—
one for every two moments
of hushed time—
tiny little whispers
chronicling each and every
blunder
there is a void—
silence where your
voice should ring
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