I drop the words
Into my hands,
Roll the syllables
Through my fingers
To feel their viscosity.
The raw taste of blood
Lingers along the consonant’s
Sharp tang, bitter, yet
Desperate to be devoured.
I hunger for questions,
Which will provide
A key, a new translation,
To open a door
Through this emptiness.
(December 18, 2017)
Thanks, I’m glad you liked it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful 💕
LikeLike