She throws her voice
like a boomerang
that should return
but doesn’t.

She seeks her voice
everywhere except
her own larynx
where it withers
on fleshy folds
and fibroids.

Unspoken, words
tunnel through her
until they tumble
from her pores.

Indelibly linked
she sustains
poetry.

© 2015 Tichaona M. Chinyelu