There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise with, a word for a whisper that crushes the lungs to wring out a lullaby. A word for the futility of existence. A word for a thought, a word for a day, a word for eternity, a word for a hyperbole. A word for all the words that have escaped.
There should be a word for death.
There should be no words. There should be no words on a blank page.
Free us.
YOU ARE READING
Arcadia
PoetrySpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
