UNRELATED
THE UNFINISHED WRITINGS OF EJ KONTNY
This is what it sounds like
Someone goes quite
They put into motion
Silencing their will
Will they survive
Help someone, someone help
This is what grief looks like
Scarring, screaming, weeping
Being left behind
Being broken
Being still
This is what it sounds like
A woman on the phone
Saying
Someone
Is coming
Sirens heard just
Just too late
First far than more
A gentle humming in unison
Heavy breathing
This is what shock looks like
Silencing, questioning
Dark thoughts of redemption
Remembering every
Little
Detail
We are trying now
To memorialize his
Passing