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