WEDNESDAY: Fractured


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In a chattering wave the guests flow through the house
Swirling into tidal pools to share gossip or tart observations.
Laughter spumes froth against the walls.
In a lull between the waves,
My words tumble out cracking in the silence.
My ideas crest and roar,
But my lips are plastic
And my words sink to the floor.

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