Words

Words drop heavy from your mouth

A crack

Or two or three

On stained tiles

 

Words wriggle to my feet

Stick to them

Like I stick to you

Like he sticks to the idea of you

Like you stick to sadness

 

Your arms fall on empty space

We both have no one to hold

 

But my tears hold me

Hold me in sadness

Free me in relief

 

They slide down my bare skin

 

I wear too little

Show too much

Because the more I show

The more likely love is

 

Something has to click

 

Using my body

Because words feel too much

Words know too much

 

My tears are my words

Words that I speak to no one but myself

 

Am I no one?

Because I can’t hear them anymore

 

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© Zeinab Hassan Fawaz and Broken Dolls, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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