Silence

Silence. Rustles softly in the upper palate. Silence. Sneaked into the mouth from two syllables. Silence. Tames you by the inaudible ripple of its steps. Silence. Only silence.

Silence. Only silence. Thousands of splinters of silence pierce your ears. Look, they’re already bleeding. The silence takes its broken pieces and wraps them gently in a thick cloth of silence, preparing to scatter them again. You lie motionless, with numb fingers and veiled breath, afraid of not obeying the silence.

Seconds stick one to one. Resounding metronome in the temples. The silence returns to feed you with its remnants, stifled ringing deaf broken pieces around. You swallow one, a particularly bitter one. It crouches silently in the throat, scratching a path inward.

The silence wrinkles, mockingly promising to stop. It knows how something quiet gets painfully loud. Eyes freeze like glass. You slavishly wait for the continuation. In the thin stream breathes its craftiness. Its shards melt you, removing the seeds of resistance.

Look, you are no longer your own. The silence smiles rings with the shackles of bitter grief. Look, you don’t belong to it anymore. The silence yawns, deafening with receding steps. Look, you are all alone. Torn apart by the desire for belonging, you no longer belong to anyone.