It Is Clear Now



These hands,

swarm with grief

crumble like foundation 

we break down

our mouths exume faint sound 

I turn the radio off


across the street,

a young woman plays violin 

her hands know nothing of sighs

they do not hesitate or bend to memories 

and we

have some good ones

they crack,

like a smile that never

quite reaches the eyes


lie after lie after lie. 





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dyzzi's picture

I really like this one :)

I really like this one :)

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Thank you so much :). look at

Thank you so much :). look at you... Reading poetry so early in the day haha

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.