30 ways to die.
#2
It comes in bitter silence,
pertinent sentences
that roll unspoken
inside his skull,
with no means of escape.
He staples them to each other,
as the paper
becomes parchment
inside he tells her everything.
Running out of time and room
words expand to their own pressure,
press themselves into life, tangible
but trapped,
they know their destiny.
Outside she waits
knows what's inside him
senses the clicks and swells, yet
sours, more frustrated
boring imaginary holes
in his stubborn head, while hers
will remain
forever intact.
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Re: #2
I love this one, Colm, its tone perfect for the subject, the sonics and syllables lending themselves well to the clipped, frustrated voice. The death of truth.
30 ways indeed! Bring them on
30 ways indeed! Bring them on
Re: #2
Indeed, agree with everyone -- a really great piece, with a tone both mysterious and realistic, almost a magic realism.
Thanks!
Doc
Thanks!
Doc