FOR YOU

 

Something
in my damaged whisper
from within begins to roar
and your secrets
– as I shake –
fly far from where you left them

I watch
vocals shredded
limp and newly sane
as they tumble
– like a silent movie –
into the back pockets
of sweet revenge

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 15 February, 2014