Hush

Published by

nicole johnson

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Blood boiling,
Steam rising to the top
Of surfaces we can’t touch.

Asinine inquiries,
Premeditated consciences
Of translucent relationships.

This ball of fury soaking,
With heat forever warming
Like the sun circulates around the moon.

Too many words said,
As they try to find boxes
To make sense of this

Nothing can change it
Or properly articulate intent
If we are not honest.

Beings shall remain unfazed,
As words hit walls going no where
They, too shall not move.

Say nothing,
Do nothing,
It’s all the same, to you.