I Never Spoke Again

By Parizad Gaur

I heard myself speaking in the midst of the Quietest crowd,

Its like jingling car keys,

Swinging on the holder,

And running feet on the marathon ground, Acapella hormonies moving in the music room, Jolting piano notes from one to two, two to three, I heard myself speaking,

Like splashing water,

Slapping gigantic whales

Waves coming in and out

But then, somebody snapped a finger,

And I never spoke again….

By Parizad Gaur