She Never Speaks

by David Seth Smith

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Art by David Seth Smith. Used with permission.

 

in the waning day
you hear the clinks
and scrapings
of an understanding companion
the odd friend
who carries the bones
aligned simpatico
the skull tilts
shoulder blade downturned
in a credible wince
at the sorrows, then
in the truest form
of empathy
moves inside
takes up residence
setting a lamp
that does not light
on a small table
this tableau silhouettes
against your
translucent flesh as
she casts bones
upon the table
and reads them by
pointing at the patterns
but she never speaks
she casts the bones
she never speaks 

 

 

David Seth Smith Has been published in “Uncommon Minds: Autism Poetry, Prose and Short Stories” and is currently contributing editor for BlogNostics.net.

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