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In the early morning,

the world is still.

A gust of wind shakes a leaf,

and the gathered dewdrops rain on the ladybird

hiding in the shade.

The crows exchange their daily greetings

as they tear into the rotting flesh of a rabbit.

By the field of flowers,

a newly-hatched butterfly flies from daisy to daisy,

anxious to live, to taste, to touch

before its week of life runs out.

The world is still as ever,

and the day would age and depart as it always did–

quietly; unnoticed.

Tamed tongues

My days are empty,
only set apart by the succession of
light and dark.
The hours tick by and I am still fasting,
abstaining from words that my mouth
itches to speak.
There’s a furled ball of stillborn words
that have been gathering in my throat,
blocking air and restricting my chest.
I am no longer a leaf travelling
as far as the wind could take me–no.
Somewhere along the way, I became
one out of many that are
held tightly by the branches of this
deeply rooted tree.

Pretending, pretending

My smiles are cheap, as cheap as they come.

Don’t let me fool you anymore; there’s a lot of ice

you’d need to melt

before I believe you when you tell me

you love me.

Note: I wanted to write more but left it at that. I might end up editing this some time. Or maybe not.

He & I

He and I,

we’re sitting side by side on a Sunday night,

watching mindless TV.

He puts his arm around my back,

his hand playing with the ends of my hair carelessly,

as I put my head on his shoulder.

We don’t say a word.

The audience in the show laughs

and I feel his chest shake under my hand.

My mind starts to wander

while I think of puzzle pieces and the two faces of a coin

before I have an epiphany:

I can’t tell anymore

where he starts and I end.