out in the sticksA Poem by redd Brick Keshner. . . Out in the sticks, where silence stretches l o n g e r than shadows, she dribbles… inaudibly. Her words are a mere whisper on the winds an indistinct murmur carried off into the tall grass. She grins coquettishly . . . a smile that dances between mischief and madness, a half-truth etched onto her lips. Her existence is a delicate balance a tightrope walk between reality and the edge of insanity. . . . Born half-alive ,she navigates a world that makes no room for apology. Her movements are fluid her intentions obscured by a veil of ambiguity. Even the deaf sense that underhanded effrontery which lingers in her wake a subtle mockery that needs no sound to be felt. Her fangs, though sharp remain hidden beneath a coat of syrup. She disarms with sweetness a confection that masks lurking predatory instincts. In the stillness of the outback her presence is a paradox- a creature both feral and refined whose whispers blend into the wind whose smile hints at the untold chaos within. © 2025 redd Brick KeshnerFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on December 31, 2024 Last Updated on January 6, 2025 Authorredd Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAbout/iframe> ….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kin.. more.. |

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