And then I am swallowed entirely,
swallowed by silence that
tastes like honey as it kisses my ears,
silence
that feels like starlight
against my skin.
I have faded and awoken
a thousand times,
but never in such solitude.
YOU ARE READING
One Side Whispers.
PoetryA book of poetry for lonely nights, the smell of cement, the way your smile looks after it's rained, and the pure paralysis of knowing you.
