echo

desperate

the words push at her fingertips

begging her to let them out

to stretch them out on paper

in bloody ink across the pages

 

from the depths beyond her heart

the echo’s rhythmic chorus

chafes like sandpaper

letter by letter

until the words are no more

 

an new uprising

words crawl out

to the line where her lips

become dry

mutely screaming

begging

to be spoken into existence

 

the parched landscape

spreads under and past

until at last she nervously

sips at her water

and the words swirl back

into the hollow

 

the echo laughs

 

 

 

 

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