Split and splintered
like weapons, words hurled
at once cut me off at the knees
down I fall silently
in a wood surrounded
by those with stronger roots
a crash heard only in my heart
bits of me
who I used to be
unfound and cloaked
in dust
abuse
Silence
I don’t know when I decided
To believe
To drink deeply of the death
You spoke to me
Hold it in my belly like a gift
Feel its weight grow heavy
Heavy
Upon my beating heart
Stop
And make me silent as the grave
The dead don’t talk
They say
Golifely 