I was depressed and couldn't write a word because this is my digital vault.
I've heard stories
told in whispers
over crisp linens
the words follow the folds
and end up heard by my toes
burrowing into the bend of my knee
I find them
those crumpled secrets
in the basin after I bathe
I press the secrets
with a hot iron
and see
the tongue's ink run blue off the edge
down the drain
out of the
bed
2 comments:
Gorgeous and good- both in equal amounts. Thank you for your writing.
Thank you (you know I've always known you were there, following these words here in this space where strangers become friends and friends become strangers).
Thank you for being an inspiration
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