we are

a whisper speaks much more than a shout

silence says everything

..........

we are love

dying on the vine

the uneaten fruit

of labors long forgotten

we are space

the inbetween of things

writing fiction on post it notes

that just wont stick

but cover our wounds nontheless

we are cruel

cruel of the wind that tears

through skin

leaving only shivering bone

a thing that falls apart when the door slams

we are made to break

of unbreakable stuff

loose fitting clothing

made of white lies

seen clearly with dark tears

we are life

( silence )