Nocturne: Interrogation

Amorak Huey

When did you know it would end as it did?

Ask me instead the difference between snow and sand.

Between wind and blood.

Describe the taste of the first lie.

The pebbled light of winter.

A body departing.

Salt and christening wine.

Did you ever love, truly?

Language is a kind of hunger.

Did you ever love truly?

Do not mistake the empty page for a sign of violence.

Do not mistake my silence for absence.

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