And what if I asked her the question?
What if I asked the thing that plagued the mind
If I coughed out the sentence that would kill her
And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel
And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth
Shut
And what if she responded?
What if she stood dauntless, over the edge
If she threw herself down and over the precarious
And I did not catch her
And it broke me to break her fall
Landing
And what if she said yes?
What if intonation grew and fostered with thorns
If her song became pestiferous, like a weed
And it drew me in
And I got stuck to the saccharine syrup
Enduring
What if I asked the thing that plagued the mind
If I coughed out the sentence that would kill her
And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel
And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth
Shut
And what if she responded?
What if she stood dauntless, over the edge
If she threw herself down and over the precarious
And I did not catch her
And it broke me to break her fall
Landing
And what if she said yes?
What if intonation grew and fostered with thorns
If her song became pestiferous, like a weed
And it drew me in
And I got stuck to the saccharine syrup
Enduring
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Treblemaker
Mar 09, 2023
Ok woah I had to read this a few times and found a new thing to love about it every time. It's so deep and thoughtful and vivid. "And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel /And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth / Shut" "What if intonation grew and fostered with thorns/
If her song became pestiferous," So short and so impactful. Keep writing!
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