NOTHINGNESS

Lids fill a sight with nothingness,
and those lips are made foreign to words.
The sound of me yowling is now the noise
you cannot comprehend.

This is your final show,
and so you speak your language,
making me understand what I cannot— will not.

I’ve never been this slow
until it is you performing—
Alone.

© Gheeneil

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