when a note is played
the pause that follows
is no longer silence
M. O’Loughlin
we claim the pain began that day
the moment of the fall. but pain began
before it broke alone, enamored
with its armored stranglehold.
we claim the pain began that day
the moment yet to fall. but pain remains
into the pall ingrained, a pause
to rain a thrumming silent tone.
