i swallowed the sun and washed it down with a little inky night. now wildflowers bloom in my heart and light fills my mind. these words are solar flares of a fallen petal.
the price of it all-- welded lips of unspoken words. now other people mishear and believe i am speaking, but it is only the wind whistling through my teeth.
now i find that, being alone is silence, but it is never quiet.