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And Nothing Was Said
You can smell them on my breath, all the words that have deliquesced
And all that would dribble down my chin—the ink, idioms, everything
Sits now in the pits of stained teeth, stagnant and thin
I might spin another thesis with frayed strings
I might embellish these stiffened strands with rosemary sprigs
I might reach again for the dictionary and begin—
So I begin!
And I begin . . .
But then I digress
And all that would dribble down my chin—the ink, idioms, everything
Sits now in the pits of stained teeth, stagnant and thin
I might spin another thesis with frayed strings
I might embellish these stiffened strands with rosemary sprigs
I might reach again for the dictionary and begin—
So I begin!
And I begin . . .
But then I digress
Published 19th Jun 2022
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19th Jun 2022 11:51am
Dear B,
This is such an interesting write. To me, I kept seeing characters from a Tim Burton movie. I think your choice of words lent itself to that type of cool yet haunted style. Moreover, I think your subject is extremely relatable. Wanting to say things but for whatever reason you can’t, and the literal death of the words in mind and tongue. Very clever write. H🌷
This is such an interesting write. To me, I kept seeing characters from a Tim Burton movie. I think your choice of words lent itself to that type of cool yet haunted style. Moreover, I think your subject is extremely relatable. Wanting to say things but for whatever reason you can’t, and the literal death of the words in mind and tongue. Very clever write. H🌷
20th Jun 2022 2:20pm
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