“Feeding Silence”

by Joshua Alan Doetsch

 

 

Sometimes, there looms a demon named Silence

And all you can do is move your lips and

Fingers, fast as you can, feed it words

Down, down its needle-tooth maw

But Silence is always hungry and

You feel icy drool dripping

Down your spine and you

Pray for the sun to rise

Or the demon to take

Its fill and leave

Before you

Run out

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