Monday, January 18, 2016

January 18 -- Sarah Thursday

 When I've said all the words I can say
I can only sound.
I dissonance.
I shutter volume.
I scrape metal to metal
–skyscraper groans
–car alarm until it backgrounds.
I tree crack from roots
–siren ambulance, fire truck.
I bone crush
–violin in a cold, dark alley.
I canyon scream
behind double pane windows.
You, inside, sit soundless.

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