Whirling Words

Midnight or mid morning

words whirl around

searching for a comfy place to land

to breathe, to whisper I can.

It’s so ugly around me

only ghosts want to stay

they seem to enjoy my

whirling thoughts and help

make them into sentences

a form of play.

But they leave after awhile

with my wings tattered and bruised.

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  1. ellie894
    August 27, 2020 at 9:01 am

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