Speechless Fantasy

You wonder when your body bears,
Parts and appendages that have no use,
Appendix, arms, mouths, legs.
Should we keep them? Why have them at all?

Shush...

Quiet.

Shhh!

SILENCE!

These are the words of others.
A dare to cut out tongue.
But should we struggle?
Or hand the scalpels knife?

Body is but a corpse,
Where lips are cold and blue.
Stiffened with force,
Quiets only way.

Yet speech turns to struggled scream.
A ghosts chilled and whispered breath.
The words echo on and on.
To go unheard, bouncing from the walls.

Can you hear them?
Can you see them?
Can you hear us?
Can you see us?

SILENCE!

Shhh!

Quiet.

Shush...

Push with all our might,
Sound proof glass that is our lives.
So we are prepped and pampered.
For a mutes special, favored day.