they are in the room next to me
they have not argued like this
in a long time
but it isn't bitter
more like frustration piled into one big heap of communication that decides to stick to their tongues.
YOU ARE READING
Vitreous
Poetry{a heart almost vitreous and a soul like a shadow} ~ å çöłléčtīœn òf mÿ îńnęr pøèmš.
