Shifted Whispers

Poem By Sarah Eve

Whispers shifted
Slipping of dirty tongues
Into clean ears
Swimming through
Soaring down
Silly minds
Into mindless hearts
Into feverish dreams

Shifted whispers
Climbing the thickness of
Night’s heavy air
Under fingernails
Resting atop eyelashes
Cascading down the spinal cord
Racing through the veins
Driving at the soul.

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