MUTE written by Leanne Neill at



written by: Leanne Neill



Sudden stillness,
where usually
a constant roars.
Nothing even whispers;
whimpers of words,
impossibly strung.

Perhaps I’ve finally
polished all the pieces…

Only so many boulders
you can overturn
before left naked, exposed;
buried beneath an avalanche
of vulnerability.

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