unspoken words
enrich the harvest of ice.

in your voice
under hoarseness songs hide,
tickling your throat,
boosting the need for oxygen.

yet you hush them,
painfully aware of their constant agony
and of the metallic taste
left by some septic blade on your tongue
in the name of attar anointed icons –
holy unholiness wholly holed
like swiss cheese
shrined for a bunch of hungry rats.

just remember
that those (otherwise grateful) grey rodents
are not the only animals around…



© Liliana Negoi

2 Responses to “silent”
  1. Kavita says:

    Ooohh.. very evocative!
    I loved the penultimate stanza…it’s simple awesome! Stinging and sharp…but awesome!

  2. Always take care in what you say, both spoken and not. Very nice Lilly!! 😀 This piece is sharp!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: