Mute, stillbirth [Een dichter]

Her feelings fetus-like
unborn, unfinished, unphrased,
in bad faith, ill-conceived

Via an almost infertile thoughtstream,
with nearly fruitless yet violent current,
it entered her

Forbidden Kingdom

Increasing pressure made her deliver
that which the flood procreated,
made its way and
she regained her formulation ability

voiced an answer (in silence)
to unasked questions.
Now to speak it out loud, or perhaps just one scream,
was all she desired and would forever onwards crave.

What ought to be a clamor
of decisive forte
was dead
and void.

An afterbirth of what-ifs
tasted bitterly.