| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #343321 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Deafening, defying sound
disguised as tranquility, the silence surrounds succinctly at once, then settles in and stymies thoughts. Calming, comforting quiescence coming on a whim, wonderful whisks of nothingness nibbles at my ears before clamping canines into my lobes. Biting, boisterous, bombastic silence, beautiful beneath a deceitful visage, the silence now irritates, infuriates, inflicts injury, no longer innoculous. The sudden silence, my former salve, sends me scampering, seeking the sound of successive salvoes.
© Copyright 2002 Fic†iøn Diva †he Wørd Weava (UN: fictiondiva at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Fic†iøn Diva †he Wørd Weava has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |