Broken silence stutters;
an interrupted heart beats
reverberates and seeks a rhythm
that levels out the pain.
Laments that hang on tip of tongue
in hollow silence, strangle the lungs
a life this way is only unlived
occasional fire-sparks pricking the veil
little needle holes against the gloom;
nothing echoes through this skin of mine.
Only the distinct tiny wounds,
little nicks in the aorta.
Air’s cut off again, strangled and drowning
in the putrid lathered waves.
Like a little girl standing at a wishing-well,
more hopes pinned on a solitary penny
than a zealot’s prayer to his deum.
Looking through the window-pane
in silent eyes, I see the sunny meadowed bliss
but do not fight my restraints,
sparing them from the reflections in my eyes
all mirrored haunted shadows