Where have all of the words gone?
I’m stuck stuttering on air
my lips choke on tongue and teeth;
a plastic bag suctioning
in the abyssal ocean,
silence presses my palate;
larynx, pharynx, trachea:
nothing moves in the glottis
but thin polyethylene.
breathe out slow-
ly
there
is time.
I am
lucky, I have no complaints.
Real life is quiet and still.
love the extended metaphor of the plastic bag; great writing
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Thank you! Have a great week!
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You are welcome! You, too, Aenne 🙂
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