SILENT
Can you hear the silence?
It moves.
Like a breathing, living being.
Deeper into the woods,
The silence moves with me.
By my side.
Watching me.
Waiting for any sound
I might make.
For then,
It could silence me.
Forever.
Do you see what everyone else sees?
Do you see your skin, hair, and eyes?
Or do you see what’s inside?
Do you see who you really are
once you peel away the bones?
You can’t help it.
You know who you are, no matter
how you present yourself to others.