some days my savior
some days my hell
dissolve into
syllables and
lonely letters
that I cannot
reassemble back
into meaningful
I tell myself
I will grow accustomed
to this silence
these padded walls

© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved


      1. i feel like I have some sort of lexical pathology that incessantly torments my thoughts, depending on the circumstances, it can prove to be very invasive. particularly when I’m travelling by foot – which my phone keeps trying to autocorrect to “colt”. so yeah, when I’m travelling by colt.


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