A Woman Sat Down
at a Broken
piano
and played
no tune,
but laid
both hands
along a board
of soundless
flats and
bones and
up and down
in a fumble
of wooden
knuckles
found
the inner
murmurings
they made
on strings
a worthy
trade
for the louder
clatter
of her
wedding
rings.
(Source: r-r-roy)
(Source: nevver)
(Source: darkmanolo)
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