
Unheard
ache
sounds
furious.
Flinging daggers.
Once cast, come back.
Murder, suicide
is no way to live.
It’s living without her.
She doesn’t say
“rid yourself of fury.”
She says
“I’ll hold you”
while fury passes.
Daggers drop
as the unlistenable
is listened to.
Heard
ache
sounds
sweet.
How sweet the sound.
. _ . _ . _ .
(photo credit :: Anastasiia Malai)
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