The Veracious

Sun, 02/17/2019 - 09:47 -- EliJay

They called her a writer.

A witch.

A Manipulator of words.

 

Etching them into corners,

Onto walls,

Abandoned buildings,

Scraps of paper,

And passing ears.

 

Her words had power,

Obvious to everyone.

 

Except-

 

She thought they went unnoticed.

Not realizing the impact,

Of silent communication,

And unspoken truth.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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