When our voices stopped
we realized the silence
of the car. Even the usually
fickle transmission was
a silent assassin.
Her fingers moved like
conspiracy as she tapped
an uncomfortable beat
into her expensive purse.
I rolled the window down
to let breath into the void.
She cursed loudly
and hit me.
The car jerked temporarily
into the other lane
and then back into
the dead silence of a long
car ride.
Dead Languages
June 18, 2009 by veritasxlogos
I like the feel of acknowledged despair here … it’s painfully cathartic?
hahaha… good? I think?…. =)
I think so! Hey, why not? Everybody needs a little catharsis now and then; ditto for “acknowledged despair” 😉
And in any case, the fact that you oculd capture either is a great thing (or at least, the fact that I perceived-you-having-captured-them, lol. That may not have been at all what you intended, in which case, forgive my misreading, but take the compliments anyway, because they still hold I think?)
You absolutely hit this one on the head, actually. It is the death of a language, not of a universal language, but the language of particular lovers. The very moment a special bond of communication is broken forever. You can only imagine the next words said, and how empty they felt on the tongues of thsoe who said them. Yet, if such a bond can be broken, then what is the hope for these two, or any of us? There is the despair. =\
Damn. Absolutely astonishing.
(although, when i first saw the title, being a linguist, i got really excited that it would be about, you know, Sanskrit or something… still, i loved it ^_^)
Sorry to mislead. hahaha. Glad you enjoyed it none-the-less.