Silence. That is what surrounds me. Not darkness or shadow, not even light or anything bright. It is not the same as quiet. Silence is not solitude. Silence is all i have known.
this is the first poem i am posting so please be kind.
I am of a strange alchemy. Iron and tarnished silver, with porcelain hands. The rest feels like glass. Fragile. Vulnerable. As though the smallest tremor could send me falling to shatter.