Silence

I hear the clock, I hear your breath.
I hear the birds, unbound by time.
The cars go by on the one-way street
All headed to the same place (somewhere far).

I hear my thoughts.
I hear the wind.
(I wonder if they are the same).
I wish to breathe, to remain still,
But the future whispers impatiently my name.

/michal

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Hemophilia

a medical condition
where blood clot formation is reduced, resulting in:
a tendency to bleed after minor trauma

minor trauma

I wonder if the silence between us
is shared or
plastered onto our collective togetherness
like a sharp wallpaper that
seems to only give you paper cuts

that won’t stop bleeding.

Is it possible to stop remembering the hurt, already?
Stop bleeding, already.

Dizzy. Hypovolemic shock
Already.

/michal