she spoke silence.




she spoke of nothing
worth mentioning. she'd say.
lips held tight- she's too tense
for a whisper.

I'm convulsing. my fingers playing broken.ly
to sing sour notes. I
fall asleep like tidal waves
and she screams like sea salt.
sand base. her castle is in my pen.
so I like to forge miracles.
for her sins.

and she speaks pitch black ballet.
my eyes adjusting to her lack of luster in the sun.
while her beatbox.heart takes tips
in the form of.
falling apart in front of me.

and this.
is my written attempt at transparency.
she's still humming heart.songs like liquor based teardrops.
and we sit. we sit.
she breaks pitch.


and she speaks softly.
speaking- silence. is all we have.