After a while, words unsaid
Stretch across your tongue
Like creepers turned to stone
And gnaw at your ribs
Until you start to hiss,
Tender, slow wailing.
She will turn to god
Remembering each time
She turned away from him.
She calls for forgiveness
With her bleached lips and
Whispers his name with her clenched teeth
He would have been enough
If only she wasn’t reduced to mere apologises.
He has learnt to master the art
Of saying no. He knows
The world doesn’t fit more than material
We have compressed our bodies
And we crumble people like soda cans
He has been burnt too many times
To let love inside
With a drunken man’s hope.
She sent her words out to find him
And he was tired of reading between the lines.
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