Inflection
Intoxicated by the inflection
nothing like that catch in your voice;
Falling for the hope and healing,
leave it to you to level the agony;
Every piece of every word
carries with it a mark of you;
Tasting the tip of what you say
itching to pull the mask away;
Oh that smile,
naked as that catch in your voice.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2020
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