When once she might speak, but ever sits silent. He waits for her voice to comfort, but when will he learn that he has waited in vain. Imagined her lips. Again and again, moving around the words that he longed to hear. Did she breathe. It is the eternal second right before she says that… Continue reading Mourning the Loss of a God
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Cut it off Pluck it out Rip and tear Muted word Count the cost of it’s life Its too precious, Oh, my precious Silver and gold and pearls Slobbered inside pigs’ jowls Dripping sticking Toss it Or hold it inside Treasured up Keep and watch and wait Don’t let the breath stay sitting still Too… Continue reading Dot. Dot. Dot.