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In 100, by Nora on November 22, 2018 at 7:58 pm

If one hundred words are the limit
to describe with any substance
how it feels,
I then prefer biting my tongue
hard,
for I am afraid of excluding the tiniest details:

fish swimming in karaoke screens,
warm fig juice in bedsheets and breadcrumbs,
twin mermaids hiding in a gilded baroque sea,
and a helicoidal concrete staircase that was once destroyed,
so fucking mindlessly,
but that was eventually built once more.

And so,
if one hundred words truly are the limit,
surely prefer biting my tongue
hard,  

for silence,
despite all of its cruelty,
is at least equitable and unforgiving.
  1. Yes! This. Is. Amaze.

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