a lack



no words

strung together

none
silent thoughts

heavy from the lack of sounds
to put them into
letters to say/show

how i go

words i can throw
the ache into


like a box

with a lock


and shove it off of
the bridge

i know that

words struggle a bit and then
sink but

if i could pile the stones of you and me
in as well,
weight that box down

the bloated sentences
the rotting stink

of lies
would not be found


(me)