The sun scoffs
at the afternoon rain,
And begins to retreat
Leaving an orange haze
To cloak the dying light

In a state of
contemplation,
I laugh, then cry
attempt to speak
only to remain silent

Words have been lost
to me,
jammed,
forgotten,
isolated,
out of fear for fear
That the cat’s
got my tongue
so tight
Blood is uttered instead
of language