This silence.
White,
clinical
melamine
that squeaks
beneath my finger,
its surface
damp
with gathered breath.
I long to break it,
shatter its perfect curve
with my fists,
fracture the smooth
walls with nothing
more than a
carefully
pitched
…..whisper
No sound
is forthcoming,
it catches
upon the fabric
of my tongue
and sticks
painfully
in my gullet
as I swallow.
I have nothing to say.
Author Bio:
Shelley Nutting resides in England where she is a wife mother and community nurse. She has been writing poetry all her life but has only recently begun to share it. The strength of women at the heart of family is a recurring theme in her writing.
White,
clinical
melamine
that squeaks
beneath my finger,
its surface
damp
with gathered breath.
I long to break it,
shatter its perfect curve
with my fists,
fracture the smooth
walls with nothing
more than a
carefully
pitched
…..whisper
No sound
is forthcoming,
it catches
upon the fabric
of my tongue
and sticks
painfully
in my gullet
as I swallow.
I have nothing to say.
Author Bio:
Shelley Nutting resides in England where she is a wife mother and community nurse. She has been writing poetry all her life but has only recently begun to share it. The strength of women at the heart of family is a recurring theme in her writing.
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