unmuted.

unmuted.

i heard the isolated sound of my gem

falling down to pieces dropped

six feet high from the precipice.

what a shame i let those careless hands

hold a memorabilia.

i ran to the groundright where you forfeited

without screaming a plea.

i hate pity—i would kneel but never beg.

you’d rather hear my echoes of silence,

the muted screams of pride

after you trespassed my walls of rose thorns.

i will only let out aloud sigh,

tightening chest vacuums the air of exasperation

while i pick up the pieces of

of what once a beautiful treasure.

i’ll go home and bring it to my bedroom.

the sharp edges of my broken gem and

the cracks of my broken mirror,

the only witness

to my morning ceiling-staring

and evening pillow-burying.

i will stare at it, observing my slant reflection, eating dark chocolates.

and while the bits of my gem

continues to stick in my palms,

i’ll try to play our song

in incomplete guitar strings

using these bleeding hands,

and i’ll let it sting

until this melody of ours

turns into cacophony,

and you will become a stranger

whose voice will remain in discord.

-jewel liaison