calliope, calliope 2016

taut

photo credits here and here, edited.

by anonymous

(i)

heartstrings dare not loosen
and strained voices; tightened breaths

he dreamt of surgery
and heart rate machines
where silence never stays for long
beep
he’s alive
beep
he’s alive

but he’s never felt so broken

(ii)

somedays songs danced through him
right through him
and he doesn’t sway along

bus rides accidentally stretch
his thoughts into thin threads
of yesterdays and tomorrows
his lips into paper thin smiles
that leave behind paper cuts

he titles it taut
because things could just quickly
tear apart.

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