Literature
Lived
We step into universes of unrest, and listen, listen
hear echoes and ghosts.
The whispering unuttered sounds of fear, longing, unbelonging,
scars hushed and ushered in to corners.
Covering bright teeth, papering the brush of lips,
we bear witness to grimaces and listen for
the humming underneath.
Swallowed pain, lingering alienation -
shadows pressed in to cracks and
looming over doorways.
We take note, watch and listen, listen, listen close.
Restless, this murmuring, we learn to listen with our eyes.
Listen by creating spaces first,
hearts pressed soft to the earth.
Thrumming and red,
we track hurt and loneliness.
Our thumbs wrapped ar