I.
I have a way with language,
according to my mother.
I borrow and unravel
the tongues of the far-away
people. My greatest skill, though,
is interpreting the coy
dialects of the spaces
II.
dwelling between anodyne
utterance. I am the star
Commander in Chief of all
the thousand scintillations,
dripping the poison that spilled
over the rim of the bowl
onto Loki’s head, with such
III.
saccharine acidity.
Silence isn’t free. Silence
isn’t silence. Clamorous
mating calls, accusations,
rage, bioluminescent
disappointment, heavy-breathe
paltry significances
IV.
to the poignant, pregnant pause
that lives between “It’s” and “fine.”
I point the finger, and cry
mendacity! Gather now
the sticks, spool the tender flame
for witch’s stake; what a fine
burning to be had! Make sure
V.
you get here early, in time
to get a good seat. Turns out,
you can’t burn that which is ash
already. I, Cassandra,
cursed with knowledge only I
can see. Words only I can
hear, evidences that the
VI.
puppets didn’t really like
me after all. I believed
I was hated; so I made
it true, against my frail will.
Insidiously snaking
in all the unsaid places;
which abides there—lies, or truth?
VII.
All I know is how to heed
the noiseless whispers, and not
what is spoken. Suspicious
way to live; desolate too.
I reject myself before
a stranger can, all because
I bow to the silent words.
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
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Seven stanzas with seven lines of seven syllables .... did you invent this structure, or does it have a name?
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