Untitled Haiku
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By Bride of SoundPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
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from his wry, tight lips
a chuckle evaporates
commanding the room
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Bride of Sound
I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, attempting to control.
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I can feel the shift in the room as I read this. The evaporating chuckle tightens the air — a masterclass in how tone alone can command space.