putting empty words
on a blank page sounds
like a broken silence —
echoing over and over again
in your mind
as you decide against them
and try once more.
the first time sounds like
crackling wood
at a bonfire,
ash rising in the night sky
like the words in your throat —
you spit them out
on the flames to
ride them to the stars,
but it all just goes up
in plumes of smoke.
the next few times sound like
a leaking faucet,
the drips pitter-patter
like the beat of song
you cannot remember —
the lyrics? what are the lyrics?
but the thought slips out of your head
like water down a drain.
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