we can exchange hushed script
we could even breathe through the world
we would not roll our tongues around
         verbal diction
we would not dare slither a
         sound
                for with the noise, rushes frosty
breeze,
                comes little anodynes to numb
out the night

we can blink silence
we would never dream a drop of sound

my skeleton burns dry
Her fingertips melt
    my harsh layers
to dust

I am the minute stalk
Gasping my way between
The ragged shadows.

I am the melting landscape,
Entangled in the other with the affection,
Of a merciless dawn.

I am the Human
Drawn by the hand of Her
Own primal society