Dollhouses & War

The first attempt at proper poetry and the next and the next.
"Not a tea stain, but a rain stain,"
"Does my heart tangle like headphones in a pocket?"
"...mascara tears registers exhilaration under rapid music beats. "
"Love is the only blood we will bleed as / Together we fall into a rainstorm."


22. The Strain


The silence pushes back onto my ears,

like the earrings that used to be there.

I strain to hear the double meanings

in your words. 

Are they even there? 


The drink in my glass says that there is

but is the drink the liar,

or are my ears? 


I couldn't come and ask you, 

even though

the distance isn't that great.

My confidence says that is not possible. 


But even so I continue to strain

to decipher 

what you truly mean

and if I can exploit the words

to twist the narrative

and twist our lives. 


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