Feeding Silence
by Joshua Alan Doetsch
Sometimes, there looms a demon named Silence
And all you can do is move your lips and
Fingers, fast as you can, feed it words
Down, down its needle-tooth maw
But Silence is always hungry and
You feel icy drool dripping
Down your spine and you
Pray for the sun to rise
Or the demon to take
Its fill and leave
Before you
Run out
Of
W
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r
d
s
by Joshua Alan Doetsch
Sometimes, there looms a demon named Silence
And all you can do is move your lips and
Fingers, fast as you can, feed it words
Down, down its needle-tooth maw
But Silence is always hungry and
You feel icy drool dripping
Down your spine and you
Pray for the sun to rise
Or the demon to take
Its fill and leave
Before you
Run out
Of
W
o
r
d
s