Saturday, April 11, 2015

NaPoWriMo - day eleven

filling spaces

this is how you will find me
angry. full of questions,
or maybe answers.

i’m tired of filling my mouth
with mumbling and mysteries,
tired of filling the space
between us with words spilling
onto our chests, clattering
onto the floor
crushed underfoot
as we walk around
in circles, a dance
we practise with edges
sharpened with practiced
intent of parry and thrust,
the hard glint
of steeled resolve.

this is how you refuse
my request, how
bitterness becomes a home.

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