Silent

Silent by n.m.rai

Read by Eric Ashford

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Silent

Rose petals carpet the desert.
A cardboard box against the wall
sits songless and without light.
The dark is simply itself.
A frog with a sore throat
slumps on its lily pad.
It is a dawn of outlines
of fleshless things,
of cold winds and torn leaves.
Even the radio can’t pick up
any voices. You are silent