there's something about silence,
i mean complete silence.
it's poisonous in its nothingness,
needing to be filled with continuous-
prose and sounds.
and so
i sat in silence,
letting the silence seep
into every ounce of my skin.
YOU ARE READING
for him,
Short Storythere are times i wonder, does the beat of your heart quicken at the sound of my name? (enjambment + lower case is intended)
