Poetry

Alphabet shapes

dragonink90

Sometimes the words don’t come.

Right when you need them most, they fail,

choked by tears or ripped up by anger.

 

I can block any bullets aimed at myself.

 

But the target is someone I love,

so the barrage fueling the muteness

unwittingly unleashes the beserker.

Published by dragonink90

I'm an autistic author of fantasy and speculative fiction, and also a poet.