… I am the pause…
the sensation…
the inhalation of wanting lungs…
the nebula of eyelids before they rise…
the catch in chords as a heavy word is spoken…
the conception of a thought upturning the corners of a mouth…
I am the hum of prairie white noise building a nocturne…
an all encompassing silence…
and my silence is louder than a thousand dead oceans and an eternally moonless sky… (All work is copyrighted)
Monday, July 18, 2022
Have you ever found yourself in the company of others and you realize that the only way their existence can be properly classified is as the herpes on humanity?
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