the lowercase series- words

i could hear the shatters

of broken words and glass.

of caramel-coated

promises.

 

i could hear them soften their

voices

when they approached my room.

 

i could hear the silence

disguised in sweet words of forgiveness

and maroon bouquets of

emptiness.

 

but i heard them best

when they entered my room

my eyes, heavy and damp

in a husky murmur

‘boys don’t cry.’

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