Soft voices whisper in your ear, "stay".
In the dark you cower.
In the water you float, at peace, or so you think.
Near the mouth steams light.
You're afraid to broach, fearful of being burned.
Days and Nights are the same, never changing.
Weary you leave
Ashes to ashes,
The voices whisper.....no more.








Devious Comments
--
My pen is foreign to the paper,
And I carve words clumsily,
Like a pianist whose fingers
Are too big for the ivory keys.
-From The Intruder
~Aimee~
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