thespaces between thosewords
the punct.uat!ons didn’t stop the words from flowing out
that the ink itself was so scared
of the dark breaks
and those hollow comas.
the question marks didn’t let the questions to stop
and the full stops were never meant to be answered
The scribbled stories inside the unpredictable gaps,
the dull l e t t e r s could express ,
of talking too loud.
amidst of the cracked words
the scared love could be found.
at the end
it didn’t matter.
-the crumbled pieces under those torned pages.