On voudrait saigner le Silence.

                              Jules Laforgue

and it was then that I saw the Void inside your mouth. 

it was a Void made of the sleepiness of an immense forest of long – lived trees.

it was a Void made of the weeping of a thousand birds flying over a city with no memory.

it was a Void made of the people looking up and saying it is raining.

it was a Void made of the gaze of dead fish.

it was a Void made of deserts full of noise, far from the sea.

 

and I looked at your eyes in order to not look at your mouth anymore,

but your mouth overflowed and your gums melted

and your teeth were made of moss and your tongue was squashed

under the weight of so much silence, and your lips filled 

with cracks that were new mouths that didn’t say anything either. 

 

and it was then that I looked at the Void inside your mouth.

it was a wide and thick Void, with the colour of an end

made calm and with the shape of the sea when it’s full,

and you foamed with saburra like a sad animal,

and you spat black bile and your tongue stood upright

tall and proud like a pine tree and squeezed 

through your palate like a root. 

 

and I felt your breath.

 

and your breath was cold.

 

and the cold was very slow.