at my desk
the click
of pressed keys
salt shrivels my tongue
i hear crickets
but it is only blood
only blood
——
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 11
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floating and leaving no trace
at my desk
the click
of pressed keys
salt shrivels my tongue
i hear crickets
but it is only blood
only blood
——
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 11
Check out these sites:
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That captures the sound of the rushing in one’s ears right enough, and the solitude in which you can hear it.