Squeezed
who squeezed out/ you’re spirit?
Remember running?
Remember laughing? Really laughing? As your restless eyes lept into the silence.
NOW
suck down that second hand laugh. See how easy it is.
Dread shadows me. It seeps out of my mouth and clings to my eyes.
They see. They laugh.
Ha
Please shoot the messenger. He uses my tongue.
Copyright © Harry Bailey | Year Posted 2014
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