Silent tears flow,
When words fail.
Speak, if you will,
In a language
I haven’t yet heard.
If you will.
For the color of your skin,
Today does not
Speak louder than
The dimple hidden in your cheek.
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The slight of the pen on paper,
Seems stranger than fiction.
As your body gasps for air,
My breath trembles.
And the pen with ink,
As thick as your blood,
Will now flow dry.
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Red blinking light,
Speaks through the thick fog
Of your vomit on the floor.
And then the skin of your cheek,
Trembles... and then shakes.
Vehemently refusing the unwritten law,
Of feelings and candour.
Because today, my friend,
You blinked like
You’d never seen the red light.
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Pour some ice, if you will.
Some whiskey on it will bubble
And your eyebrows furrowed
Will tremble
Against
The weight of a barking dog
Screaming for the light.
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