Dedicated to Shayzo, and her book, Grayscale, about Eliot and Cassidy. Go read it!
The whispers in his head
Grow stronger
Burned into his brain
Imprinted into his skull
Laced into his dreams
Turning his blood black
Dripping from his fingers as he writes
Even when he closes his eyes
Every word is there
Nobody took the time to take the whispers out
So they build up
Higher and higher
Like dirty dishes in a sink that nobody bothers to wash
Until a drop of sun shines through everything
In the form of Cassidy
So, guys, I was reading Grayscale this morning and read a chapter that struck me as poem-worthy, and decided to rush over here and write one. So, Shayzo, this one's for you and your book, Grayscale. Happy Christmas!
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