LONG STILLED THE WIND

Words had gone brittle
however soft you spoke them
At the tip of your tongue,
they snapped like twigs: the sound
of your backbone breaking.
I could only stare at your lips
where your nose perched close by,
sucking air out of your lungs.

© Gheeneil

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