I know silence now as I used to know her before I cast an arch across the sky and punctuated the constellations.
Punching in for this lifetime
Putting name to this vessel of mine.
It has not always been this way.
I allowed myself to disintegrate in unconscious ways.
I spent years annihilating my body
Not understanding how the moon could look so beautiful against this skin
Not seeing how tears could glisten like diamonds in the rough.
I knew silence then as a static drop on the phone line,
A foreshadowing before he opened his mouth to speak words of destruction,
A litany of words to cast me aside as someone who needs to be better, thinner, taller, louder, softer, fatter, skinnier, fairer.
Tea met me and I knew Her silence as I would my home.