Mute
by Bruce • April 1, 2022 • Writings • 0 Comments
I’ve never had
much of a tongue.
Just giant eyes
that could
look in the dark
and see
a blow,
a bruise,
a tear.
I struggle
not knowing
where those came from,
or where
they want.
But I could see them
and
be
at
a
loss for words.