into the loaded silence, I write
all about a 48 percent life,
while the globe spins on a knife
into the loaded silence, I write
as i watch, gross injustices ignite
my body immobile, thoughts in flight
into the loaded silence, I write
all about a 48 percent life.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Love your triolet! Your “loaded” words pack a punch with each line. Really well done! 🙂
Thank-you!