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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3591 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention What is Left Unsaid / When All is Said cat Hermosa I. What is left unsaid. Is it just my mind that conjures spectres in the wake of your sentences? My fears that populate pockets of silence with the treacherous eddies of suspicion? What is left unsaid teases tempests, swirling thought to chaos; and your silence is a sea I cannot navigate, where tracing constellations lead to isolated continents. II. After all is said. I revealed the stark anatomy of my thought, so you could trace its arteries back to the throbbing source. Yet you honed my words to a scalpel's edge, slipped it between ribs to twist the flesh, turned away, left me alone with a rotting corpse. |
