17/30 Prompt: Write About Silence In an anechoic environment, You become the sound. Suddenly, You become aware of the smack and pucker noises Your sticky ventricles make as they open and close. Every breath you take Rustles cilia like long grass, And your lungs fill and deflate With the whine of latex balloons. The blood pulsing through your veins Splashes constantly like a swimmer diving into a pool, While fingernails split through cuticles With the discord of an axe felling a tree in a peaceful forest. Each scratch of the arm or face Recalls the crunching of a child running through hard snow, And every blink causes eyelashes to stick and rip apart like Velcro. The dead In their caskets Bless the chewing of the earthworms Because they know that the audible gnawing of splintered wood Will distract them from the sound Of their own flesh Decaying .
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 21:42:02 +0000
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