If the words we spoke appeared on our skin,
would we be more careful with them?
Month: December 2015
Omission
The speeches beat a harsh tattoo
against her blackened teeth,
straining to break through lying lips.
She held her breath, afraid to choke
on the words she had held unspoken
in her delicate porcelain throat.
Word Play
It took me twenty years to realize
that I can’t rhyme “I love you”
and the silence you offer me
my breath gets stuck in my throat
because the nothing between us
is hard to swallow
Please Love Me More
Breathless icicles chiseled their way into her heart
as she dug through memories and sand trying to find
a tattered photograph of souls.
Please love me more.
They eternally stood in the rain together, rain tracing away
tears and black and white lifelessness. They laughed and held
each other like nothing could possibly change.
Please love me more.
He spoke the words into her mouth and she suddenly realized
she didn’t need the picture of happiness
when she could create it with him.
Please love me more.
They exhaled together, lighting the heady darkness
again.
C. Brown 