Silence is sometimes the most deafening sound.

It surrounds
and consumes you.

Like the plague;
or sadness.

When silence comes and engulfs you in fear
there's nowhere to turn.

Just a shroud of

Silence.

Like a thick fog.

Or tumbling wave.

That fills you up.

And leaks into your being.

Every crevice of your soul.

And you can feel the silence,
in your limbs.

Swirling and twirling

Weighing you down.

It chokes you.

And twists your insides.

Like a feathered ribbon.

Twisting

Turning

Tightening

Twirling

Taking

Until…

The silence

Becomes eternal