The sun ignites the sky 
 for days on end
Birds begging her to hide 
 with their silence 

The sounds of summer 
 stifled by fire 
The sound of my voice 
 stifled by desire 

Blood, hot like the sun 
 when willows won't bend
And the words in my head 
 scream with violence

...The Sounds of Silence

by Deannalynn Arzola