Hyperbole

Weird Poetry

Your eyes punctuate the words pocking the pages of the folio —

Locked away in my heart closet —

With hyperbolic hole punches outside the margins

And onomatopoeic blinking from all the blank spaces

Between ○ the ○ words.

Yes,

I can hear that sticky gummy eye-opening sound,

Your eyelashes getting tangled like strings of spider silk on a breeze.

From my stare alone.

~~~

❤👽

~~~

*** Huh??? ***

*** I just wanted to use the words “hyperbolicand “onomatopoeic” in the same poem. ***

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