mother silence sought me out

to descend into her hands

to have her song played in the halls of my ribcage

to echo her touch within my armour my throat became hoarse from

all these unspoken voices

that knocked my skull in

when there was no one

to answer my prayer

when no god would

call me their daughter and

no friend would walk with me however

all these imploding flames

gave my heart away to

longing

for a vessel for

what might become

magic – the creation of a difference

veröffentlicht in INCANTRATICS by @theforestarts