How sweet the sound.

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)}