Her
syntax
left
the
words
scattered
in the void encompassing all that
.once.
was holy
;now left undefined;
and that hole is endless.
filled not by an infinity of rhyming nouns
nor the bold vocabulary
of her mighty collection of rotting tongues
that abyss begs for blood
and will take her
when her throat is dry and caked with mud
spoons cracking weakened teeth
no longer clenching around bright sparks that were
.once.
so eager
to invest
in the run-on sentences of life.
and when that love that kept her awake was
.abandoned.
leaving no silence in its wake;
it became so very
unbearable
she began to clip the crickets’ wings
and tie all the blue birds' beaks
and muffle every desperate sigh
that weighs so heavily on every weary step.
she knows the abyss is coming
.soon.
to the feast.
and she knows
;silence;
never stays.
so to say goodbye
she thread her last shred of sanity through a needle head
and sewed her mouth shut;
The quiet was quite nice.
she thought;