Silence.

 

It flows through the air, taking up the space you left

Greedy and hungry, death by suffocation is common

My silence is a friend I can't leave

It crawls down my throat

Encroaching on my stomach 

Breathing becomes hard sometimes

I forget what I'm living for, while my lungs close up 

Just the thought of seeing the light of another day make my silence shiver

It looks at me, telling me without words

I don't deserve to live without silence

It can take many forms, shifting between the quiet nights sitting at the fire

And the cold, dusty memories of someone chasing you into a pit

When that person gave you the silence.

It hurts.

My silence pulses against my skin, trying to tear through

Slips, little wisps of the inky substance pools in my mouth

I try to swallow it, choking it back down like bile

It leaves a bitter taste of almonds

Reluctant to sit in my gut

But I know if my silence gets out, if the one thing that keeps me alive vanishes into the world, 

Dark, dark clouds will billow

Gathering strength

My friends will leave me hanging from a branch

Swaying in the wind 

For I

Let loose the real me.

I am the silence.

The one who takes your words from you so gracefully it seems like I wasn't even there.

A ghost, if you will

Drifting through existence

Silence

Is me.