Sour Words

As the pain
Dissipated in waves
All that could be heard
Was the nearby buzz
Of an extractor fan,

No beauty in that,
No calm in the whirring,
Just the worry of humming.

And then it dawned,

Everything comes in circles,
Especially mistakes,

They just taste different
Sometimes.

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One Response to “Sour Words”

  1. the calm hum of neural circuits

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