Silence
Shhhh
Do you hear that?
I can feel it on your skin.
Melancholy
Foreboding
You don’t know where to begin.
Danger in too much regret
But scars to let it show
Move on to the next target
Without the formality
Or legality
To know.
Teaches you a letter
But not the word
It goes within
Touches too much
Of your essence
But never
Your skin.

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