Evidence
By Zarah Parker
My hands lay open on my lap.
They twitch as they yearn
to tighten,
instead I fight them calm.
Built in my chest is the quickest fury
that climbs the ladder of my throat.
My mouth holds still,
nothing is released.
Rivers fill my vision, it blurs,
and I cannot blink.
For the river may overflow
and leave a trail on my cheek.
A smile spreads on my face—
my breathing is steady.
There are no rapid movements;
no trace of evidence.
Love this! Thanks for sharing your words with your world.
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Thank you!
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Very nice! Write me more!
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Ouch. I can feel the impact of the blow that did the deed and made the body, the aftermath of a murder nobody remembers (I should use that somewhere…) and it’s all contained. The only witness was the victim (that too… I’m gonna end up with a poem at this rate and for that, you have my eternal gratitude…)
What I’m trying to say is, this is a great poem. I loved it.
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lol Thank you, I appreciate it!
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No, thank YOU, I ended up writing some poems after those lines 🙂 Inspiration being the greatest gift, thank you so much 🙂
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Beautiful and powerful!
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Thank you!
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