From Before...
Inspired by the lovely πππππ ππππ πππ ππππβs prompt βdepths beneath my silenceβ
on the outside
in my words
my actions
my face
I am a woman who moves
who does
who can
beneath her
something else
holds the throat
tightens the chest
white-knuckled
reaching deep
and wide
it keeps her hidden
and small
and quiet
a cold silence
cooling from the depths
until
the little one
there in the corner
bare feet on wet stone
fans the embers
the ones that sparked
from before
the flames grow
warming from beneath
pulling the silence
to the surface
looking for a place
to seep out
making way
a prescribed burn