Words can ooze from anywhere

The blacks you have seen

Are brightest now

And subtle prints they leave.


Small words

Preliminary is the stage from where we start

yet we go back to it when we reach the end

the fire speaks for itself

the unspoken words of tragedy and despair that made me cry in the summers

I reach for air but it strangles me with its words

I have none to give it back

there are words that can be left understood

but you defy my means and my needs to challenge the words

can we come to closure and make peace to ourselves?