The silent friend
Explicit detail
Lips wired shut.
A low humming fills the void.
Slumped against a wall.
A kitchen knife becomes his best friend.
Each tender slice offers relief.
A sense of freedom from the chaos life throws at him.
To his friends he smiles like a clown,
a Wide stretched smile then aches his jaw.
His phone is full of numbers , a row of people he can call.
Yet
as he cuts deep into his skin his phone remains off.
Silence washes over him.
He lets out a deep breath, a moment of peace.
Slowly they trickle back in.
One by one they board the train of misery.
Each obtrusive thought hits him in the stomach.
This whirlwind of thoughts plague his mind,
bury into his skull like a thirsty worm.
He puts his hands over his ears,
as his breath quickens.
He quenches his hands
and looks at the knife.
He reaches for his phone and turns it on.
Scrolls through all the familiar faces.
But
who would understand his
pain
thoughts
dispair.
He throws his phone to one side and reaches for the knife.
A silent friend who never questions or judges.