sargasso sea
innervoicing..
all day silence
..talking
in my head
wanted to reach
out
touch
you
speak
to you.
my silence
is
consent
or admitting
to some
strange
fall from
the grazing
grace of
a
razor’s edge
truth’s
trust,
thrust
.. i am naive
thinking
that by
offering more
than
my sun flowered flesh
that i would be healing
instead
only revealing
my own vulnerable
self
caught out there
before the jaws of
un truths sung well
come biting
to a fetished
ending.
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