Words Now Exhausted.

The tears slip down
my swollen cheek,
meeting a parched lip
half- bruised, sorely cut.

Liquid gathers sorrowfully
while trying to open up words
from my closed spaces.

But my silence chokes,
a clock that stills all air.
I'm hanging
off of dead cells
that are carrying
away a tainted memory,
I've wanted to waste.

I'm too far gone
to stand the guard.