passed over

what I didn't say bled like a river for days long after flies long after the blood had dried and the flies dead long after the odor the stink required a shirt held over your nose and mouth what I didn't say lingered there in the silence the solemn silence deafening the silence I had to break with the things I had to say that coming out of my body tore flesh shattered bones like a high pitch shatters glass saying what I didn't say to drive the crows away crows that tear at flesh and go for the eyes there were no eyes there was no flesh there were no words what I didn't say no longer was what I did say no longer was I no longer was there was only what was itself existing because it always had remembering itself what it was it threw me away because I didn't matter it didn't matter if I didn't say if not through me it would find another.