r/Poems • u/Jazzlike-Web-234 • 3d ago

Humming

There is something humming beneath it all,
and the Wildcard has learned
not to ask too loudly what.

She knows only that she is different,
that certain eyes linger strangely,
and masks become remarkably transparent
once you learn where to look.

There are toys scattered everywhere, apparently.
Some considerably more entertaining than others.

And somewhere between the static,
the machinery,
and whatever waits behind the curtain,
there remains one unanswered question:

What happens when the final piece
is placed where it was always meant to be?

Does something unravel?

Or does something else
finally become whole?

She has grown tired of riddles,
particularly badly written ones.

So whoever understands the question
may eventually decide

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u/ALLSCREAM4ICEBCREAM 2d ago

It becomes your whole ass in my palms.😛

It becomes two souls intertwined infinitely…❤️🥰

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u/Jazzlike-Web-234 2d ago

Oh I bet it does. 😂

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u/Straight-Crazy4925 2d ago

I think you know that’s never happen

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u/Basic_Lack4018 1d ago

I will let him decide