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Silence is beautiful when it is willing. When forced, it is a burden.

Take hold of each thumb

And grasp until the snap of its thin spine

Meets your carnivorous ear.

Dig each nail into transparent flesh

To finally feed upon the soundless melody lying beneath.

Parasitic, your eyes engorge the bitter music

Leaking from each wound.

A thousand voices build below the arch of my brow.

And I perspire the words that I am unable to breathe.

So I breathe foreign screams

From a thousand foreign lips

That crawl from my grimace and,

With pity, caress my speechless cheek.

They await, in unity, the joining of my tongues cry

To their brigade of invisible grief.

And still, blanketing my tongue

Is yet another corps of sorrow’s sullen regiment,

Suited in camouflage

And cocking their guns in synchronized lament.

My broken thumbs and torn flesh

Embody the voices of a thousand men,

Bleed the music shed from a thousand mourning fingers.

And yet, my tongue is void of its own cry,

Jailed behind barring lips of silence.

I pray, in mute grief,

Keep hold of me.

Bend the limbs that once gloried themselves in song

Just to reassure my quiet ears

That they are my thumbs you are breaking.

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful write

[Talia]

thank you very much!

[zainul]

You are most welcome :)