Playing in the Shadows by: Gina Acampora, Silver Gelatin Print, 2019
Quiet
Forbidden thoughts
Never seemed to materialize
When desired.
They sank down
Into clogged throats
Begging to meet daylight.
Continuously they clawed
Up along the mist
Seeking only to live.
Their makers disagreed
Letting them rot
Into spoiled aspirations.
Dusk was set ablaze
As they mourned the ashes
Of the warmth they buried.
They were haunted
By the words their tongues
Never dared exhale.