I cannot silence it.
Words simmer forth from void to
Bone to skin.
Seep through
Sludge
Gold flecked river bottom
Rising up
Steady and thick with spirit
With blood
All of your silenced selves
Lanced from the wounds of the
Midnight hour
You clutch your own skin
Hot and red
Strip away the heavy years that
Told you to be quiet.
Howl in agony,
Sing
Whistle the ghosts in through the Windows cracked just so
The crisp night air weaves like
Snakes of ice
Around your neck and now
You write
You write
You write.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
I cannot silence it.
Words simmer forth from void to
Bone to skin.
Seep through
Sludge
Gold flecked river bottom
Rising up
Steady and thick with spirit
With blood
All of your silenced selves
Lanced from the wounds of the
Midnight hour
You clutch your own skin
Hot and red
Strip away the heavy years that
Told you to be quiet.
Howl in agony,
Sing
Whistle the ghosts in through the Windows cracked just so
The crisp night air weaves like
Snakes of ice
Around your neck and now
You write
You write
You write.