Between us a silence
so fragile that half of me
fears it will shatter
and cut us, half of me fears
it will erupt and we’ll burn,
and half of me thinks
if I stay still enough,
something beautiful
might emerge.
February 16, 2017 by Rosemerry
Between us a silence
so fragile that half of me
fears it will shatter
and cut us, half of me fears
it will erupt and we’ll burn,
and half of me thinks
if I stay still enough,
something beautiful
might emerge.
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