silent thread

when my ears ring, I pause

It’s a really loud silence, 
thick and oppressive.

I could feel the 

s p a c e 

that was living between us. 

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We are infinite be-ings,
we stitch ourselves up with seams -
seams we test, tear at and stretch.

The moment you see someone’s seam exposed 
the raw innards of an unhealed, unattended wound
gushing and gurgling -
you spot a rough twinkle in their eye
like a firework darting over a dark lake,
illuminating the contours
of what was there all along.

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It’s a deafening silence, 
thin and expressive.

There was no space living between us. 

xx

RissaJean