nothing

i was

nothing, nothing

something, maybe

drifting, floating,

waiting, waiting

to be revealed in all my glory,

to the world

waiting with baited breath

and hushed whispers

i am coming.

i am nothing.

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i was nothing

maybe something

hurried, lazy waiting

staying, drifting

singing, but not breathing

inhaling words

spitting sentences

digesting chapters and

plucking out books

twanging heartstrings and

playing tendons and

banging bones on windowsills

painting skulls and

blowtorching houses and

whispering secrets into delicate ears

i was once something

but i am now no more.

i will be something

i am waiting

waiting to be reborn.