Somewhere, down below
a snare drum is beating out
the silences–
can’t you feel it?
Boom, beat
boom, beat
in time with
the realization
dawning in your eyes–
stronger
each second, half second
quarter
boom, beat
boom, beat
echoing through the sheer
lack of sound
but there’s no pin dropping here
or eyes either, for that matter–
because you’re staring
at me
now
boom, beat
boom, beat
Boom
Tessa (feonua) | Jan 7, 10