Shackled In Simile

13 January 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: speechless

Her beauty escapes my internal lexicon. Her features defy my vocal cords, struck silent by the weight of Mjölnir chipping across my throat, or perhaps the brute force of John Henry’s hammer. Either way, my words are stolen from me. Wordless, my awe is laid bare. I am ruined, my mouth agape as all my shattered graphemes waterfall to her feet. Each, they clink to the ground and pile as proof of her conquest, my soul enchained. My feet are shackled in simile, like a chariot missing a wheel, or like a beggar brandishing his tongueless mouth.

Her beauty has brought me crisis. Its weight strikes the air from me, stealing all the oxygen from the room. She sits before me, yet I am underwater, lungless. The curves of her cheek send out waves which bash and gag, but yet she too is soundless. My eyes strike open in wild realization. My wonder, reciprocated.

© 2021 Matthew Leo

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