Bending Silence

it hurts to shatter silence, after keeping everything inside for so long to part my pursed lips glued together by the time passed since they last cleaved it’s unnatural and foreign to move my jaw muscles once more, to finally taste the power of my words, not within the comfort of my brain, but on my now arid tongue a feeling I can’t begin to explain but alas my teeth remain clamped and my stream of air too slow audible is but a fading hiss a sound most immediately dismissed and I am left with only the premonition that my silence has been bent