This silence.
White,
clinical
melamine
that squeaks
beneath my finger,
its surface
damp
with gathered breath.
I long to break it,
shatter its perfect curve
with my fists,
fracture the smooth
walls with nothing
more than a
carefully
pitched
…..whisper
No sound
is forthcoming,
it catches
upon the fabric
of my tongue
and sticks
painfully
in my gullet
as I swallow.
I have nothing to say.