If I opened my mouth to speak
Would it scream like blood
Or whisper, like tears?
What could it say?
The world is a vacuum,
It eats sound,
Swallows it whole,
And after it digests
The air and the ashes,
It is empty.
We mouth syllables
As if breathing,
Inhaling and
Exhaling silence,
And maybe one day,
When our lips turn dry,
And the lip-readers turn away,
We will finally have the leisure
To listen.