You never stopped speaking,
countless times I told you—
"hush darling"
yet I find myself forgetting the sound of you.
YOU ARE READING
Acosmist Dysphoria
PoesiaAcosmist Dysphoria The writings of an uneasy adolescent Who believes in nothing.
Sound does not transcend those ashes and ashes, that dust and dust.
You never stopped speaking,
countless times I told you—
"hush darling"
yet I find myself forgetting the sound of you.
