I remember when you wished

you had not spoken – three words

which wrapped themselves like smoke

around our ribs and settled, thickly,

as ash on our lips.


Three words that feel like glitter

or dust yet taste sticky and sweet

or bitter when consumed

in a different light.


And I felt like an ornament,

a mantelpiece, a moth-eaten dress

in a closet – covered in layers

of I love you, aching to grow older

in the quiet of our empty house.



Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US


11 thoughts on “Unspoken

  1. jonicaggiano says:

    This is beautifully written. One can feel the sadness and loneliness of the emotions you write about in this piece. You end your poem so perfectly. Just a truly beautiful piece of writing. Hope you have a blessed weekend. Love 💕 Joni

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