Upon my pillow my languid longing
lost in a lackluster exhalation
lies listlessly.
Through my pale vacant eyes,
through the threadbare theatrics
of a tale untold—a tired tapestry
of tribulation—the soft severed silence
stares from the stark silk
stained sighs that float gently
above my ever-faltering resolve.
To quench and quell the quarrel
in my quivering lower lip
and set to ease the words
that tickle and torture the back
of my bleeding
biting tongue.
