Slam

So I have been totally inspired to try my hand at some poetry. But not oldtimey, more free verse, kindof ranting? I dunno.
I was super impressed with HannahSlams and all of her really powerful ideas.
Don't judge, okay?

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Shhhh, whisper it.

Can you let it slip? Crawl through your lips like a lizard, sticky toes peeling loose with each step.

Murmur it.

Create a cord strung from my ear to yours. A telephone wire of tiny rippling audio waves, without any interference.

Mumble it.

Not with a text, but with a call. So soft I can barely hear it. Puffs of air tickling my anvil, stirrup, whatever other tiny bones waiting for your words.

Croon it

We shouldn’t say it, shouldn’t let those words be born unto this world. Is it ready? Are you? Am I? My mind is a racetrack, waiting for the gunshot that you are about to unleash.

Shhhh

No. I can’t handle it. I can wait. I don’t need it right now. Let’s hold this moment instead and just be grateful for the

Silence