I carry ellipsis in my voice,
stares for long been my weapon of choice.
quiet like storm clouds picking up speed,
my hunger for you is what I feed.
Our stories made of bitter ink,
their taste feels somewhat familiar.
our loss keeps us out of sync—
we always reach for the peculiar.
Keep looking past me—
i know why you do.
this world's just a gate
for you to pass through.
So I keep myself locked
in an airtight container
for when you breathe
woe spills through a strainer.
We never utter a word,
others said have plenty.
i know my gaze is slurred,
for you it must seem empty.
Round and round we go,
no settlement there.
soon enough, you know,
I'll be gasping for air.
YOU ARE READING
Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
