Voice (random)

In search of my voice

I stumble upon
the memory of sound

the voice of my past self

living behind closed doors

and writing for shadows
to feel alive 

in the  past I often feed
on silence
near death
hiding words under blankets
for warmth
and here i am again
searching……..

(c) Kiana Davis  2013

 

 

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