Hush


May the cries echo.
After that

the quiet will stumble
like a whipped

wild horse, a moment
pilled inside

the throat,
overpowering

the wind
yowling down

our condemned
roads.Waiting,

in a deaf room
under deaf stars,

a scream,anchored
to the whisper.

scream

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