The Sound of Silence

She had them
perfect little ears
that she cradled gently
through Iowa winters
with him
and she spent nights
tucked in feathers
feeling his breath on her
until one night
he ended her
them
with two little words
sounds she must smother
with the violence of a knife
so she carved carved away
all the things once loved
on her pretty little head
and all around her
blood
reminded her she was
more than what was said

And she wept she wept
but no sound came
and she was pleased in this
for her perfect little ears
were gone
and she had not the strength to miss