Turret by Darren Snow
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McLeansboro, IL


When you whispered in black and white, I embraced it with eyes closed.
You pressed hard towards the carpet
as you sat carelessly amongst the clutter of this place. 
You uttered nothing, but I could hear the vowels coming through.
We were close, too close that we could burn the house down
but we left our flames behind and settled with our black and white memories.

D C de Oliveira