Heaviness

This is the way that silence speaks

 When the house is quiet
When you can hear every sound, like
the soft shuffle of your hand through your hair
the steady click of the clock in the hall
the silky hiss of your clothes, 
as they slide over your skin
the furtive clack of the glass
returning from its suspension against your lips
the sound of a swallow
the burn of a drug
the whirling gurgle of liquid numbness sliding through fleshy pipes
that unknown creak from the upstairs hall 
the chest-deep churn of air in tired lungs, expelled in a long sigh;
When you hardly barely breathe
for fear of that silence
that turns miniscule percussions into obstreperous intrusions, like
the hush of a chest expanding, 
fabric stretching and receding,
fingernails over an errant itch
a car trundling past, the music turned up
the hum of machines, bent in servitude
the prodigious swallow of pipes in the walls, as the house clears its throat
as if to speak?
When you can't move
because your muscles, your bones, sinew and tendons
would speak too loudly;
When you feel ashamed by the crack of a wrist
the boldness of a sigh
scolded by silent walls, and gaping doorways
entombing the quietness
the breathlessness-
When you sit
thickly blanketed by motionlessness
tepid and prone
listening to the blood in vacuous veins
listening to the silent reverberations
of a heart that just keeps on beating
repeating, repeating, repeating;
all alone.

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[deeps]

Wow! I like this alot

When you feel ashamed by the crack of a wrist
the boldness of a sigh
scolded by silent walls, and gaping doorways
entombing the quietness
the breathlessness-

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I really enjoyed this descriptive write here.
Amazing write.