silence_sits_on_a_swing sixteen silence sits on a swing under a moon digging her sneakers into gravel. Wanders towards the noise to self destruct, and where laughter was heard silence finds a street light and more nothing to ponder. She watches the past float through triangular windows in the greenhouse at the school. She covers the ground with her exhasution and silence sleeps beneath the sharpened stars. 030808 ... . . 040809 ... pete it squeaks as she reaches its heights 050831 ... rhin silence sits on a swing she grasps the rope held by the hands of her own shadow moonlight burns her skin and the wind slaps her face she turns white as screams choke and falling teardrops freeze as they fall into place silence knows her words fall deaf and dark lips sting from the crude string that ties them forward she glides and backwards she hides unseen, unheard, unwanted, unknown from the rush of the day and deep into night she sells her soul to the burning moon When she lives there, she leaves here and silence dies beneath the hush of the stars when silence sits on a swing. 130620 ... Traveller I'm fucking speachless.... and that doesn't happen very often. *Applauds*.....loudly... . 130620 ... hel moving... thank you 130620 what's it to you? who go blather from