Voice Poem 2

I have a hunger in me.

A deep, ripping, hunger in me.

I feed it silence, to soothe the aches and the cramps.

Silence. It tastes like… neglect.

                                               

I have a hunger in me…and yet I have lost my appetite.

I have gorged myself with silence and I won’t ever need to feed again.

Silence has numbed me.

Payschu yariku venum?

But suddenly a pang, but suddenly a convulsion deep inside

I have fed myself silence and now I am sick.

I am sick. I AM SICK. I am sick and silence has come to taste like blood.

I try to cleanse my numb, disfigured body with a touch of sound but it burns my skin and I choke on the fumes.

I have a hunger in me and I fear I will starve.

I crumple down to the earth and weep, but as tears fall into my open mouth

I taste truth.  

I taste myself. My soul. I hear my heartbeat and the silence is broken. And I, I am hungry

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