Poem: these spaces

6 inklings - saturday

the gaps between these lines

are not silence,
quiet moments for breath,
they are a million little threads of (thought

worries that surface like
pockets of air
ruptures of bubbles
tied like balloons)

what is left in the words
when the gaps speak
(so loud
in my head?)

– cumuloq ❤

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