The absence of words

Said everything

It hung in the room

Curtained the thing in black smoke

It took everything

It covered it in soot

Made it dark and ruddy and wrong

It would seem leaving is all we could have done

To regain our breathe

And

Just

Hold

On.

A Short Conversation is a collection of stories, thoughts, and general musing. I like to write like I'm slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.

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