Spelled Out
by Shya Scanlon
We found it in a way we promised we'd undo. We circled our reasons. We bent and spoke softly. We wrought. When the first attack came, we were left with nothing but trust. After the second, trust was unbroken but slurred its speech, and pushed indirectly through our fingers on the way to our knives. We lifted and swung ourselves from hooks hung in clouds, and the clouds learned of our intentions, and the clouds broke, and we went blind, and we let our promise escape, and we listened to new sounds.  |
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