her stare spoke much louder
than her voice ever did
like a dozen pair of glown-in-the-dark eyes
that were blinking endlessly into sunrise

the only language she spoke
could only be understood by
smooth blankness

cutting deep, that agonizing feeling
of standing on one's imaginary scaffold
that everyday feeling of something
growing inside, malarchy

scared of letting a single laugh
escape because in her silly
little mind she believed it might
cause her to shatter

and her lips were numb and her tongue
was wilting away forever into silence
she could even taste the cobwebs
that had woven themselves again and again
in her throat, closing it up

one melancholic throat that had once
expressed beautiful orchestra
of swans and lillies
that turned princes into frogs

she was the siren who graced
the sea and it's pursuers


but they never even noticed
that she was swimming in her tears.

  

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