I've got nothing to say
when luminescent tears
drip from faces
I haven't seen
and words crusted behind
lids of skin
I haven't touched

come forth

and when they sing out
with voices deeper
than the rolls of the sea
but soft like
a women
I wonder
where they've been

come forth

singed blades of grass
may be black
and they may prickle your
toes when you walk barefoot
but unclothed you
stand there

come forth

there's nothing to be said
when promises linger
drenched in viscous fingers
who's nails
have yet to scrape the dirt
from under the kneecaps of their own hurt

come forth

into the silence.
there's an ocean of salt
that leaks from the eyes
of every punctured soul
that cannot speak

please,
come forth