Original Artwork:
Silent Whispers by Ray Caesar
As if separated from her body, her feet
move black in the day over the dust
of centuries, like a swarm of mosquitoes
through houses of fog. The shadow of voices
change like a snake uncoiling in its pit.
A paid assassin raises her hand, violent
fingers set traps for those who've ended
their wars. I execute this act, I've made myself
heard whispering for the dead. I am powerful
now, face to face with my own image.
The bloodshot heart of the night has lost
its echo in a world that will not hear
screams. The crush of hell gasps over
its swallowed self, happily strangled,
shivering skin in a clear oblivion.
Dust be your savior, we drink
glasses of water until silence
falls like rain, sharper than forged
steel against thunder's dark ears.
Copyright © 2005, Alexis Child. All Rights Reserved.
Previously published in Lunatic Chameleon's
'Anger Issue' June 2005
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