Braille

I listen to you speak
My body gives nothing away
My stride stays the same
But a puncture the size of your words
Is here in my chest
A floodgate of breath

Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lines
The old signs

I listen to you speak
The words lose their shape
The streets lose their name
And a river of tar
Is filling your mouth
Is drowning us out

Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lines
The old signs

Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lines
The old signs



Credits
Writer(s): Lucy Kruger
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