Silence requires that you talk

swish, swish, swish
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

strangle this time
—watch it die—

burn your tongue
feed the ravens.

break the brink
of silence laid on your mis—

led lies fading into absence.
do not banish the break—

ing lips for the quietude
murmur some words

mumble your tomb
tumble its womb’s wall

do not hold —thunder
after the lightening

swish, swish, swish
don’t be a corpse of wish

no regret spoils the mouth
better than still waters

Ruddapoet

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