Creative Writing, OldVenue

Creative Writing: The Letters

Mouth and me
in sync.

Lip curling around angry faces
Terrified of starting a fire
For the fear of getting burned
or turning bridges
into ash.

Tongue rooted in reason
The season so cold it whitens your bones
But it’s time.

When you’ve found the value
And strength to find root in the
ground
And your whitened bones don’t break
With the stones
As you thought they would.

When your me is a silent box and your mouth a broken tool,
Let the letters find you.

12/10/2014

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