In the Mayhem of Silence

It all went limp -the bags, the cobwebs, the rain.even the chains - even the chains,draped loose as curtains, brush the floor.Even the gray stain on the pillow slippeda bit before pausing, the hinge unhung the door.And all the several fibrous hums -the fridge, the gripe, the train, the pipe -an octave lower than before.... Continue Reading →

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