Summumm bukkum

The weight of my secrets lay heavy on my limbs,

wedged tight in spaces between my joints,

My movement limited.

Curtains long drawn over the windows of my soul,

it now sleeps fetal-like on my optic nerve,

Distorting everything I see.

Wax cemented my ear tunnels shut,

hammer, incus and mallet, disused.

My tongue, confounded, will not play alone.