Poetry

Orders You Dare Not Speak

Poetry by Gustave Deresse

The Narrator— Wisk Biscuits, PhD | Photo by Ghana Shyam Khadka on Unsplash

“I see them in your stare,
the orders you dare
not speak.

You’d attempt to
move me?

I see. I see.

Come a wee little closer,
there’s something
I need to say.

Down here, come —
come.”

Us, Supposedly | Photo by Joakim Honkasalo on Unsplash

Biscuits whispers—

“You don’t own
me.”

About the Author:

🔍 ㅤGustave Deresse Is a Canadian Writer, Editor, and Musical Artist who enjoys exploring themes such as Spirituality, Logic, Philosophy, Neurocognitive Psychology, Creativity, Writing, Humour, Inspiration, Wellbeing — and the Weird.

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