In My Mind's Eye

Sarah Couldn't Speak

Sarah couldn't sing,

So she let the birds sing for her,

A collection of little broken melodies,

Drifting through an open window.

Sarah couldn't dance,

So she let the wind dance for her,

A gothic ballet fluttering through the trees,

Littered with bad intentions, false smiles,

And underhanded declarations of war.

Sarah couldn't breathe,

So she let the machines breathe for her,

A whirring factory of wheels and cogs,

Deciphering the machinations of these ever-jealous creations.

Sarah couldn't speak,

So she let the words bleed from her,

A tattooed cobweb of black veins,

Spilling forth a scarlet ocean.

Sarah couldn't bleed,

So she let the ink bleed for her,

A thousand words wrenched from a thousand chafing throats,

In a heinous effort to breathe life into a lifeless body,

Death into a blooming heart,

Color into an ashen world...

Sarah couldn't die...

So she let the flowers die for her.