For Someone Who Listens
The end comes many times, always in different disguises: effervescent plumes of sarcasm, barely veiled accusations, buttoned-up rancor. You fear the void beyond the mask. Its hunger for your porous bones. Its loneliness, playing you like a flute. It howls and you do too, you don’t know better. What it takes to quiet it down. Which voice is truly mine…. Read more →