"First you hear the words
and they are like all other words,

ordinary, breathing out of lips,
moving toward you in a straight line.

Later they shatter
and rearrange themselves. They spell

something else hidden in the muscles
of the face, something the throat wanted to say."
Ruth Stone, from “The Wound” (via proustitute)

(via dusk-lit)

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