1
the blood of silence
coagulates around my bones,
words never said quietly scar.
there is no echo, no souvenir of desire.
how can you fill so much of me
with nothing?
2
I spread my need thin
spider threads cast in a soundless breeze
the diligence of prayer captured
in a small porcelain bowl
the ground bones of the earth
vitrified to contain silence
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