Daggers
Still
Slow
Pause
Static air.
No room
Because
Of the emptiness
There that engulfs us;
Sucks the air
From every lung
That ever breathed a whispered song.
Screaming still;
Shrieks joy
And fulfillment-
But your wordless
Knife
Cuts out the vocal chords
Of a shallow fight;
And anger rages
Behind your eyes-
Like wildfire;
What a vicious
Flame
Your silence
Ignites.
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