Braille Screams

Written by: Alyssa Finley

                                               Within the days,
                                                   eyes of ilex
                                                  lulling to the
                                                 snowy grass.
                                            Hearts and echoes
                                                  beating past.
                                         To want them would be
                                                   vox and vex;
                                             My love is silence
                                                    at its best.
                                          Speak while I am still
                                                   a living verb
                                             and not the words
                                                upon my grave.
                                             Consume me like
                                               the ocean waves,
                                        before I am nothing more
                                                  than literature.