#melancholy hyperbole

#amreading 3 stellar poems by Rachel Nix #poetry

 by Rachel Nix   Stillness   Would it be worthwhile to hinge on the words of a man who waits not on my replies, but merely for a break in my syllables, to break me with his stare and turn my thoughts into something of a simple stutter?   I think not, but he is most recusant in allowing me the benediction of where my lips take the proceedings of this hushed moment. I have been quieted, but…