Surrounded by silence in a room filled with noise,
emptiness strangles the soul.
A bottomless pit,
the belly,
we are not whole.
Shadowed by longing,
shamed by tragedy,
a butterfly escapes the net,
only to be caught by the spiders greed.
A fleeting kiss,
a light touch,
for her we long,
we do not belong.
Kerry Orchard 2018
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