the words came out in piled messes. the voices went from quiet to loud, making me want to bang them out. and then, everything started screaming. the wind, the rain, the voices, the tears, and most of all my heart.
then instead of the words being the mess, i was. i had turned into the loud screaming, ear splitting, heart burning mess.
// m.m.
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Dactylic
PoesíaPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
