When I opened my mouth to sing.
I opened my mouth to sing, and out came a silence so sombre, so solid, it would make a spider wilt.
My blackened eyes closed, willed my voice to fill the space before me, but nothing save a crackle of despair proceeded from my lips, as dry as desert wind.
My fists clenched; grubby ragged nails gouging into sweaty skin as I tried to claw out noise. And my dead, unsparkling eyes gaze out at hordes who watched.
No melody would fit emotions I wanted to scream, no words to falsify my honest praise, my disappointment, or my fucking rage.
So, my face louder than I could ever be, I walked away. And they watched me as I left it all unsaid. Because it matters too much, but it doesn’t matter anyway.
I opened my mouth to sing, and out came a silence so sombre, so solid, it would make a spider wilt.
My blackened eyes closed, willed my voice to fill the space before me, but nothing save a crackle of despair proceeded from my lips, as dry as desert wind.
My fists clenched; grubby ragged nails gouging into sweaty skin as I tried to claw out noise. And my dead, unsparkling eyes gaze out at hordes who watched.
No melody would fit emotions I wanted to scream, no words to falsify my honest praise, my disappointment, or my fucking rage.
So, my face louder than I could ever be, I walked away. And they watched me as I left it all unsaid. Because it matters too much, but it doesn’t matter anyway.
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