• Tricia D. Wagner

Nights on Spice Island #1.11

Updated: Sep 12


My mouth, I open to speak.

They walk away.

The words I may say, I might scream.

They don't hear.

Speech issuing comes from them as though from a tongue foreign.

How can the chasm stretch so far?

Things I thought unmovable have moved.

What I knew as certain lies cracked.

To liberate or to conserve -

In the mind of each, the self rules right

and will not hear.

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