Me

“My words don’t sing. 
They hum until all that resembles a note is lost
and then bury themselves in my brain,
like the steady beat of a heart.
It’s when the beat gets too fast
that I need to pour it out
Maybe that’s why we need page breaks,
to help slow it all down,
to make it a little easier for the writer
to breathe.”

Art by Vizel 

Poem by ‘M’

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