poetry by j matthew waters

inside a thriller novella

there is a certain kind of quietness
that fills an empty box
where light as we know it
is unable to penetrate

you can breathe in the cold but you
cannot see where it dissipates
and you wonder when you whisper
how far your voice will carry

dog days fade and cats run away
but inside the book they remain
as if nothing has ever changed

old mysteries become solved
inside the quietness of an otherwise
thriller novella
where old lovers and killers
are introduced as heroes
who should never be trusted

december two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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6 thoughts on “inside a thriller novella

  1. Now you’re speaking my language. The last lines are just perfect

  2. I love the flow of this poem and the theme which it carries perfectly. Perhaps we all prefer the expected deep down.

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