'Words' by Molly Drury
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'Words'
I tend to my heart now
Like a broken bird.
We spit, shout, cry
Our significant words.
I rethink the first,
Second, third time,
Search for your mistakes,
Feeling proud.
The words we send
Arrive with a crash of china.
I try to take your hands,
But they are blurred.
Nothing we say now
Will ever be told.
- Molly Drury