Now we are Twenty-Six.

something dripped out of your mouth
but i forgot to write it down.
there are few words for my feelings
not enough for a poem.
a gesture, maybe.
my eyes looking downward,
a deep inhale.
a perpetual turning away,
sloping inward.
i am an event horizon,
stuck on a precipice
crushed by gravity
so heavy
and so
unwilling
to share
my secrets.

 

-15/6/17

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