Friday, September 6, 2013

concrete water

that day
you were like the Hoover dam
when I mined the stone from your throat
and held it playfully in my palm
words, words, words
flooded your mouth and 
poured slowly out
lapping at my hands and pooling at my ankles
words that were water,
both calm and soft, but deadly and drowning
words, words, words

I never knew one person could hold so much back

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