Two figures in a dolls' house, we sit
in silence, completely still. Each
move makes a ghastly, echoing click
as our limbs crack. Words seem within reach,
but my tongue turns to soft plastic, filling my
mouth and sticking it shut. My throat gurgles
embarrassingly – you make as if to laugh or smile,
but instead you seem to wince. I manage to murmur
a phrase or two, but my efforts are in vain -
the silence between us has grown far too thick,
and both of us know it will never be the same
as before. So, drenched in lack of conversation, we sit;
two figures in a dolls' house.