above and below

Do you walk with the night?

he asks, and smiles so gently

that it hurts.

I do not answer.

A long time ago someone took my tongue.

Oh, so simple!

he breathes, ecstatic,

Such a lovely simple quiet girl.

So so quiet.

Even as he reaches his body up inside of me

and pulls out my grief.




my hands from my heart.

He took it.

And I was quiet.

The End

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