ashleycull16

I wish I could tell you, but secrets die on the tongue when lips cannot carve thought into speech. Some dreams are trapped, lumping in the throat where each breath is another second closer to suffocation. My mouth has rusted, unpolished phrases jaggedly jut against the pallet, a secret kept silent tastes metallic and sweet. ....and yet the heart quakes, as the truth is swallowed whole I am lost, a hollow shell with a redacted soul.

Ink-black birds scatter, Writing lines of free verse Across a paper sky.