Tag: tanka

the caged bird screams and you say it sings

grey miasma strangely calming

light falls gently upon a body among bodies

all noon the jack hammer inside my head

nightfall voices combust

sun shower needles of light pierce the grey

diligently drying out my soul in summer heat

a bodily response to preserve the silence

plastic faces melt in the subway heat

aged photo her touch fades from memory