• valentinaalexandre 23w


    my reflection
    asks of me,
    “how come the others can’t see what I see?”
    it is devastatingly quiet.
    silence intrudes like two rests
    on a music sheet.
    overtaking the space almost suffocating
    suffocating us.
    the reality of the answer hangs
    loosely from the ceiling,
    like a poor condemned soul,
    lynched from the world.
    it cannot be overlooked.

    ©Valentina Alexandre