Teeth encased in bone dry wood.
Mouth stuffed full of chalk.
My lips tremble, trying to speak.
A sharp absence of sound permeates.
The silence carries as if on a breeze
airborne and terrifying.

A moment lasts forever.
Stretching until it can't,
greedily devouring time like a
famished serpent.

The overpowering stillness,
soon to tear and release like a
thick skinned balloon.