A Hidden Story

The whisper of a page

Sounds like a scream

Begging you to stay

Silenced when you turn it over

The caw of a bird

Feels like it wants to be a murmur

Gentle and graceful

In flight towards a love

The scratching of a pen,

Stabbing at virgin white paper,

Is a lover bleeding

Needing to be taken back

The shuffle of shoes outside the door

Is the screech of secrets,

Hidden by pursed lips and closed eyes,

They seep out into the earth.

The clash of a fork and knife,

The clang on a porcelain plate

are the words we should have said

but were too selfish to utter

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