Kirsty Semple
In Silence I Am
Muscular words fall through my hands,
Like the grains of sand of shifting time.
These words are mine, but they change,
And flow and disappear.In ink and stone I chisel down:
Today, THIS…
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One Wish
The blue, vacant stare,
That kills the life alive,
Inside, like gentle suffocation,
Searches the faces of passers-by.