![]() out in the sticksA Poem by redd Brick Keshner. . . Out in the sticks, where silence stretches l o n g e r than shadows, she dribbles… inaudibly. Her words are a mere whisper on the winds an indistinct murmur carried off into the tall grass. She grins coquettishly . . . a smile that dances between mischief and madness, a half-truth etched onto her lips. Her existence is a delicate balance a tightrope walk between reality and the edge of insanity. . . . Born half-alive ,she navigates a world that makes no room for apology. Her movements are fluid her intentions obscured by a veil of ambiguity. Even the deaf sense that underhanded effrontery which lingers in her wake a subtle mockery that needs no sound to be felt. Her fangs, though sharp remain hidden beneath a coat of syrup. She disarms with sweetness a confection that masks lurking predatory instincts. In the stillness of the outback her presence is a paradox- a creature both feral and refined whose whispers blend into the wind whose smile hints at the untold chaos within. © 2025 redd Brick KeshnerFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on December 31, 2024 Last Updated on January 6, 2025 Author![]() redd Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAbout….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, ge.. more..Writing
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