Shadows
in the clock tower,
frightened girls
who cannot scream.
Without voice,
intimacy becomes language.
Hideous
is the face of silence.
One noise,
a volcano
in the quiet of a mind.
The clock strikes one
and steals our hearts,
cutting them
from the chest
with knives so sharp
that, though we die,
the pain remains.
Only a song
can save us.
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
“One noise,
a volcano
in the quiet of a mind.”
I like this image.
“Only a song
can save us.”
I love that you made it a song. Songs can be even more powerful than screams. 🙂 This episode is so ripe for symbolic interpretation — I’m glad someone went there.