she soaked
in a claw

foot tub
head under

water bubbles
floating on

the surface

her hands
played in

the air
each finger

a dancer
improvising

it was her
way of

relaxing

spoke a
language

like nature

each finger
a note

I am tired of being quite,
a self imposed silence.

An attempt to break the chain
of thoughts, to realise my true self.

I never knew silence in excess is
unbearable.
I want to get out of this, soon.

But everything around me
has become silent.

How to break the ice.
I don't want to do it first.

The moon is always around at night
When your darkness can’t be more bright
Feel the echo attack the silent
It will haunt you, leave you violent