hushed silence

something i'm working on..... let me know what you think... this is the first draft, so be easy...

hushed silence
(for mary e. taylor)

mama never said
it was time to go.
she just went.
kissed caramel and mocha tinted cheeks;
pushed skeleton keys along with
dreams solemnly
deep into her pockets;
and forced our future
into the corner
of a worn out coin purse,
stuffed with bitterness and regret.
somewhere behind a faded two dollar bill,
a buffalo nickel and an indian head penny
the last hoped drop of our innocence resides.
or.
perhaps.
it spilled behind her,
tumbling down legs
onto the charred glass
which she used as a path.
feet seeking refuge,
freedom, redemption,
revenge, or death.
which ever came first.
i mean..
someone had to know.
who couldn't hear the
scream's muffled cries
she petrified, stilled
yet always
in motion.
restlessly moving.
agitating peace.
perpetually in motion.
perpetrating silence.
even when she spoke.
silence.
her pain suffocated words,
choked desire
and with murderous intent
destroyed all that was
silent.
silently she slipped,
tripped
somewhere between
insanity and deranged.
she slipped,
tripped through lights
not so fantastic.
most times they barely
luminated her way.
blindly relentlessly
silent.
silently she walked
glass bottom path
with each step
the weight of her pain
cracked and shattered
her life's surface..
superciliously superficial
she'd pray to fall
but, not to knees.
in silence.
adorned in white.
wanting to heal others
to escape.
mama can't heal self
or others.
can't heal self
through others.
and others
were never enough.
so she found solace
in burnt spent caps,
laced with honey,
mimicking heaven,
seeking calm between nods .
sticky sweet.
and silent.
silently emotions
weighed and weighted her.
gingerly she kissed dampened whispers
from quiet streaked
caramel and mocha tinted cheeks.
her last thoughts
rushing from sanity
believing she tucked them
safely into sweet slumber
for them to wake
and find they've
tucked her into cold darkness..
begrudgingly inheriting her fear
and leaving them to live
in silence.
because she never said
it was time to go.
she just went.


kdtaylor 2006
section 8 coffee publications
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