His tone was like
sandpaper.
Rough.
And left everyone he spoke to,
a little worn down.
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
Sandpaper
His tone was like
sandpaper.
Rough.
And left everyone he spoke to,
a little worn down.