dismiss

No cannot

Done with you

But I was 

Tell me something

I take your silence

As you're dead with it dead

As one who speaks from fleshless speech

No comfort of a walled echo

Not a sound thing sound sound vibrated thing

Speak

Tell me the words

Fit them in an order in which I can try can try can try I will try to understand

Done

Words too hard to produce

When your chest is tight with grief sadness

A dark stamp of sickness weaved into my heart thing heart strings 

Sick, my body hums it

The cells of my being buzz with the pain

Running through my flesh body thing

Head fast with flash hopes fears

Can I talk with you?

Will my honesty be dismissed?