Small black cubes, lettered,
fixed into a hole of distinct shape.
The whole board is slaughtered.
Some cubes have melted.
You melt my syllables.
I speak but words do not follow -
I am mute to you.
I try to type but the keyboard is destroyed.
My hands fidget along the ripped out characters.
My tongue is sliced with a blade
from the back of my mouth.
Blood flows between my dry lips
as you watch me soak in red.
I am a broken keyboard.
You murdered my sound.