talking to silence
cutting cutting cutting ctctctctctctctctctctctctctctct sickening how
dgd gdg dgd gdg dgd gdg dgd gdg dgd d d d d d d d d doubt
doub ting t onges…doubt ing to…de co rate….this….speech.
sick-of-me talk-ing-to sick-of-me talk-ing-to sick-of-me talk-ing-to…
silence…
risk…thinking sinking sickening kick towards speaking…doubtful…listening
look at me look at me look at me sick of me sick of me sick of me
tell her tell her tell how talking to talking to licking licking looking
looking sick of sick of…..swallowing….. dividing.
watch. how. this. di. vi. ded. sp. ace. Breeeathesss…. Se pa rates….
into you in to you into you too your
reflection is licking me spitting me out like an unwanted diary entry I have become graffiti. Engraved on the inside of this bottom lip. I spill my self slip.
I see this is reflection is this see I ee this is reeeo e I I ee this is refleco I I tion noit ref lect ee ct see I see…and …it… breaks….
tkktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktk What about my body in the middle?
Drown. Down. Own. Gone. Now. Someone…
I’m a dot now rotting over I! A blood cut in the memory clot! The other of self. Ish Ish Ish Ish! She is all fish down below. All fish down. I hook her, and fling back!
This is what I mean by dancing join! join! join!
I am going to be to going am I joy! joy! joy!
I walk through the grass and hands my ankles grasp.
Underneath all the self-taking the love, it kisses, hard.
Dust
Here…a pearl-drop on the eyelash
It reflects a myriad of wounds
Some travel with us
Which were we born with?
No one blink. No one let time pass without outcry.
Voices overlap, speech turns back on someone longing
Voices overlap, it’s over; the television speaks. Voices
Overlap speech turns back on someone longing
Voices overlap, it’s over; the television speaks
Is the window open? I’m longing to repeat my mistakes
Longing to repeat to repeat myself Longing to
Repeat to repeat myself
Is the window open? I’m longing to repeat my mistakes.
No one blink. No one let time pass without outcry.
We have woken into something. The midst, the mist of something.
Choking dust choking us.
• Hannah Silva is a playwright, poet and theatre director living in Devon. Her website is at www.hannahsilva.co.uk and she recently performed at the London Word Festival.
