In a room full of noise, I wait for the breath, the soundless moment, the sea of calm. Lapping at my ankles. I wade through the storm.
Alone in my darkness
I shine no longer
night wraps me in its arms.
early morning sun
shines down on my weary face
the tears slowly dry
trapped inside a tear drop, struggling to breath,
warm the water flows
down my throat, this great river of
We drink sour milk, not quite expired but on the turn. A bitter taste on our tongues as we talk until we no longer hear what the other has to say.