Of a Breaking In the Silence

whisper to me in dark places, unshackling my mute form revive the thousand voices, I have sustained in a forever unspoken and formless so as to be forgotten, it was in a night-scape, the void of sound negated speech I break into flight, with an oath choking on my first cry I drift on the hair of my nape, as the weave of my cloth spirals, for a moment as gums bleed out the rhythm in my shade, refrains I ask of you, caress me in a softness of mourning, whisper to me of dark places for now, I am a broken vow of silence spoken in a thousand tongues