Startled by a friend long unseen
A step missed, ankle twists
like pretzels half uncooked
To the floor you crumple,
Six thousand eight hundred and ninety nine pieces.
Gasp...
In limbo,
to laugh, to express shock,
or to merely go 'what the fuck!'
Please excuse my incoherence
I should stop using big words...
Only small words from here on
Or my head might just burst...
like you, into six thousand eight hundred and ninety nine pieces.
Thank you for appreciating my consideration.
I'll take into consideration your appreciation.
Maybe I'll stop speaking in signs and symbols.
Maybe I'll stop altogether.
photo by the beautiful effasyafizadesa
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