A jar of night soaks stars in onyx.
like so many cotton balls in oil.
Beneath the veil of cacophony I spill my secrets
sheenful and bloody.
Inside so much glass walled noise
I struggle to find my mouth
which chokes on cottonballs,
while begging for silence,
for air.
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Thanks 🙂 I like your blog Sauce Box as well. I just clicked follow. I hope it worked!
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Awesome thank you! 😄
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