The Whisper of Things

Veined Vowels

And... the dreams.

The ones at night and in the day.

It's the flashes that shake my body,

Hold me down and say

Stay.

I listen and I watch.

And I hear what words aren't saying.

In the whisper of things

Swirling down like tornados

Like strikes of light

Shattering the earth

Missteps in pulse

Beats too high

Dark

Then

Light

And tragedy exists in a way words can't offer

As t…