there's a chain around my neck,
choking me in a dazzling way.
they lift my hair,
kissing my neck,
but surely they see the blue ring around my chest.
i know i'm wanted now.
but the gold ring in my eyes can't be seen,
cant be touched,
cant be heard-
because this chain around my neck is too bright of a noose.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
