Chew Me Quietly

Can you still hear me... It doesn’t hurt Until I notice I’m still here... I kept it quiet Like a good son Tied my tongue Until it bled Held my breath Until it changed shape Forgot what it meant To speak again This isn’t poetry It’s what was left When the silence Got sharper than the pain I kept it quiet Like a good son Tied my tongue Until it choked me down I gave it shape In the dark between ribs Let it curl into a jawless thing That chews me Quietly To bits I became The knife Made of silent Decay And I still Don’t know Where to bleed Awaaay... Let it cut where it wants Let it drip into nothing No end No beginning