For Us, About Everything That's Happened... It's Untitled.I wrote this a while ago, but the time wasn't right, until now...
Heard through a spitting silence
The rat a tat tat of twenty-one days falling from my mouth
What was it that you wanted?
Speak - but not a single word
Actions betraying sound, betraying sight, betraying senses
Three sunsets became two
Diminished, but greater still
Time not forward
The scribble on the bottom of the page:
Girl in house
House on hill
Heart in chest
Feet on floor
Blood on hands