#radiosilence
Heartbeat
Racing pressure
Under my fingers
Good God I'm tired
Loaded
Bullets ready
It wasn't me
Drown
Down in the shadows
Deeper then our last talk
Blaming
It won't get you far
Push me away, ok
Toxic
I guess it was me
Radio silence
I miss our last talk
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
A thin film of air quarantines the words,
And toggles them into reverse,
Settling them back under the tongues.
The eardrums condensed by a deep warble,
Nothing heard, nothing said,
The pupils swelling like planets through a telescope lens,
Tired eyes gazing, as time flings itself in sepia and grain,
Planting memories of twilights on a park bench after a rusty Monday,
As you looked over a five year old dressed as a ballerina,
Of subtle brushes of the fingertips,
While you walk into the grocery shop in your robe,
The throat starts to build a lump,
And translating it into a warm feeling,
You stay rooted,
As,
The eyes,
Watch,
Un-love,
Wait,
Listen,
Surrender,
And love again,
In Radio silence.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC