Only When Spoken To
A child’s voice silenced and starved,
left wide-eyed and twisted as bedsheets.
She wanted words to curl up with her,
to share her uninterrupted silence,
and the air wonders what long curse
was left sighing in the willows.
AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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