That You Shouldn’t Have to Understand
written by: Mark
There’s a soft sigh at my shoulder
warm
beckoning
that fades to a rasp
cold and
threatening
The room in which I sit
is locked, but the whisper
is pale and persistent
louder than the wash of light
so weakly insignificant
that I can see very little
beyond the key in my hand
and the note
still unwritten
that you shouldn’t have to understand
Crinkly, storytelling, boat-dwelling emotional catastrophe. I'm fine, as long as the words keep flowing.
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