barking
like a whisper
heard across the room
walls stacked up against
other walls
doors that look like exits
only lead to other doors
her mouth opens
she says nothing
lilting into the next life
he borrows her voice
and recants on proud pacts
collecting miracles
he creates
tomorrow
hammers and nails
building buildings
more doors
she raises her hand
to void her quake
her impulse
she has no voice
charcoal lines
outside the chalice
she tumbles back
into a never trance
gone
blank
she is a door
leading to a wall.
