'Silence'

Your embrace was a term in prison.
Your hair the shackles against which my limbs ached.
Why was I tame when it was a beast beating
in place of my heart?
It was a fever you had brought me into.
Everything burned.
You took the black from my hair and weaved
nights where I couldn't remember a thing.
You buried me with kisses
until nothing from my old life remained.