Pillow Talk

Silence endures.

Light years.

No previews. No credits.

It’s as thick as knitted wool sweaters

And suffocating like splintered insecurity.

It is my silence, and his silence.

We are magnets reversed;

Forced into gravity by design –

Quite unable to fester,

Yet in a constant collide on

Emotions opposite poles.

A razor blade whittling a heart.

Leaking fangs…

Past thrown-away

Words refuse to retract,

Hoisting disgusting weights

Of silence on our shoulders;

Try to quiet

the screaming in the air.

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I have no answers...just lessons learned from mistakes
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4 Responses to Pillow Talk

  1. Jingle says:

    cool one, love the imagination and imagery.

    Happy Rally.

  2. Life says:

    this is amazing dear….though simple words but the words have been so beautifully knitted together…:) loved it…
    crisp and sweet…..

  3. oikoi09 says:

    Wow.. just wow. thank you for sharing!

  4. antomaniax says:

    Keep up the good work!

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