4 Canvas on the Silence of Screaming Hearts
iv. Rumination (Epilogue) (Free Verse)

Melting dreams turning into fossils, I turn blue in my mirror. . The dripping sink. . Silence.
Heavy is my mind, My dead heart. . . Silence.
Screams behind a brick wall, Cold, immovable. . Through cracks.. The screams.. . Steel gray.
Glass eyes watching.. Waiting.. . For the silence of eternity. . Behind them . . The dripping sink.
