I reached

and did not leave it be

I burnt my hand

As sour as it seemed it begged continuation

it

it it

you stepped out to ask why or what

I took a closer look

and was still unsure

It looked sore and invisible

you could hardly believe it was there.

it?

We questioned

there was no response

I tried to imagine

it answered blankly

in a monotonous voice

that did not echo

that seemed almost to falter.

It was so quiet that you thought it said nothing at all,

and we still weren’t sure what had burnt my hand.

and I wanted to continue investigating.

Refrain