Those empty tides
Swallowed by terrors at night
Wane dark and hollow in her eyes
They pulled at her only hours before
But feel as if they had always been there
Met among the noise of a quiet day
She was voiceless
Or jumbled her words until
Soundless sounded sublime
Sound stuck in her throat
Blocking air, wind, words, sanity
Sanity sounded sensual
A brief glance of hands, fingers, looks, smiles
Simple
When the sound caught in her throat,
All things simple became complex
A scream hovered on her tongue
Never reaching past her teeth to lips or ears
Only echoing in bones that held the tide
That threatened to crush her ribcage
Suffocate any thought, taste, smile, laugh
Stole her away from her body
Detached and waiting for the sun to bring her back
Even as it did, a piece was left behind
As a sweet echo
Waiting for the door to open
For her to be found again






















