Stepping on a sound puddle
Beaten by the wall of mute dark
shooed and cooed by the voices in the sky
The smacking of gentle lips before they sigh
The sound of your life
The doors begin slamming one by one
As you run down the corridor, run
Hands clapging in a dooming chime
the laughter washing through your hair
Stop.
Start to dance.
Lift your fingers and strum.
Strum like you’ve never strummed.
The beat grows beneath your feet
Flowers spreading into a senseless street
Boom Boom.
The voice. The base.
Your lungs filled with heavy sugar
dark sugar.
Caramelizing as you dance.
Move. Move.
Until that skirt lifts, until those toes hurt.
A carriage of snapping fingers
Delivering beat, that once belonged
To the silence.