For several nights, I've spoken silence
Somehow, I birth it when I speak, and less when I don't.
It flows off the veins of my hand into my note, dripping.
I hear the whispers it recites, I craved it's blossom,
It's infection stole my breath, and filled my lungs slowly.
For several nights I dined on emptiness.
Taking burning bites, savoring each crunch
It's meat strands, rot between my teeth
Its bolus gingerly dances down my throat.
Gorging every bit, till my belly lost all it's stead.
But today I'd break and rip my soul out,
And write with it's blood, silence losing its grip.
It'll dance to the tune of my inhibition
And my heart would sing at it's finest pitch
As my body let out the anthem.
I'll purge my belly of it's emptiness.
My lungs wide open, as freedom seeps in
I'll roam in this tranquil trajectory.
Till I find myself, finding myself again.
Maybe sooner than I hope.
For now, I'll let freedom take its course.
Olanrewaju S. Adetoro