NaPoWriMo, Day 5



I will hold my peace:

cradle it in the bowl of my lap

so gently, lest it spill

loose ripples to the floor,

seep into the boards

where I can no longer

feel a pulse, no thrum

of rightness to absorb

with my fingertips.

Speak now, it tells me;

speak forever.

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