She isn’t allowed to speak,even a faint murmurwould dissolve her memory.She was made to...

She isn’t allowed to speak,
even a faint murmur
would dissolve her memory.
She was made to stay 
silent; open your mouth
to those who only ask
for your words. Her
skin is starting to
deteriorate; her bones are
only as dense as her
thoughts. She belongs to
no one but the night.
But there are those
who still try to
figure out her language.
This is what she calls
the art of disappearing.
And she has it down 
to a tee.