The Chaos Of Silence

Pain in my mind or pain in my heart,

things of simple matter have a way of tearing me apart

Around me is chaos

A bustling city in high definition

Vibrant

While I fade in the background,

blurry and grey

A man strolls toward me asking for a lighter,

his voice in slow motion

My eyes begin to widen

as the red horns begin to rip through the top of his mahogany brown head

His gentle smile, into piercing fangs

dripping with crimson blood

I can feel it crawling, fighting its way out

pushing past the anxiety

the fear of rejection

pushing past

Me

The words I wish to speak

Why can’t I speak?

The chaos trapped inside me, with my lost and abandoned words

never to be freed

I look back at the devilish man

challenging me to use my voice

I see in his left hand, clutched in his claws

my voice, held precariously in his grip

with all the power to take away what I value most

My freedom of speech, my expression, my passion, my beliefs, who I am.

My soft, petrified hazel's turn to cold steel

I will not be defeated.

“Sorry sir, I don’t have a lighter.”

The horns fall way piece by piece, carried by the gentle city breeze

The red in his eyes melt into a sparkling emerald

His claws replaced with strong, supple hands

And the fangs morph into a blinding smile

Oh, how the chaos can disappear so quick.