I knew it was coming
But still the voices whispered
“Stop over reacting”
“Your letting it run away with you”
But that voice was silenced

By your silence
The silence that held stone throats
And glassy eyes
The silence that held the suffocating
Tangibility of the truth
Plausible undeniably

The silence that was broken with your whisper
The breath that recklessly gained momentum
Cruel gale force
Beating down on me in its full fury
The small sediments that had fallen prey to the winds
Embed their small bodies into my flesh ripping me apart

Your whisper had created too much collateral damage  

So the voices returned
Rising from the tomb
Offering salvation, my steadfast refuge
They spoke and their gospel caressed my wounded heart

“This is not real”