Caged.

The silence is violating.

Large discs of amber watch as the mountains between divide,
leaving nothing separating us,
but miles.

A landscaped history has escaped the page and now,
there are no fences to hold it in.
Lips have unwillingly parted, heavy with nostalgia,
but only salt spills out.

I slip.
Falling through heightened senses and having nothing tangible to reach for,
flesh and dirt collide.
The earth vibrates with empathy,
caressing bruises that are flourishing.

I bury my fingers in the verdant bed beneath,
pulling myself into it.
Blood begins to pool in the grass,
as my ears violently weep over words that were never birthed.