The words float by
by clippedtrust
· 25/03/2026
Published 25/03/2026 11:49
The words float by.
Like bright, foreign birds.
I catch a feather,
a few scattered verbs.
The shape of the sound
is familiar, yet strange.
A hollow space where meaning
once held its range.
I grasp at the air.
It was fluent, I swear.
Now just fragments remain.
A silent, cold prayer.