stutter stories

5/24/2016

Words, tiny slivers

of glass, cutting,

drawing thin

rivers of blood.

Then

a deafening silence.

I try

to draw you out,

clumsily assembling

phrases,

but I can’t, even

with all the I love you’s

in the world.

Still,

I try

and wait. 

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