the silence is deafening

golden. golden like the colour of the sun rays penetrating from the spaces between your hair strands. golden like the leaf falling from beneath where the sun light crosses the room, trough the window, into the gold-coloured wooden floor. golden was your warmth. on your belly. around your neck. i breathed into your lungs and i saw the colour golden.
this silence, it’s breaking my tongue.
it’s cracking my cochlea. flooding my canals. infecting my labyrinth.
the silence, honey. it’s deafening.