context? i'm from a big family. it's very loud.

There is silence somewhere.

There is a bird which sits atop birch branches,
and spreads its wings,
and stills,
and listens,
And waits for the morning breeze to take it to better things.

There is a space between my lungs, where
a bloody palm paws me full of envy
and touches my soul,
or the empty cavern where it used to be,
so red wilts remain
from somebody else’s fingertips.

There is a home somewhere, laying
quietly in some woodland hamlet
where a fire is lit,
and children come down for dinner,
and a lover keeps their ring on their finger,
and the dogs howl because i’m a visitor

There is a silence somewhere,
and god help me
i would kill you all for it

The End

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