silence is violence
internally bleeding from the words lodged under my tongue
pain, unchanging
silence is a balm
when you admit to what you know you've been thinking
it becomes real, a weight on your tired mind rather than in your tired mind
some thoughts are here to stay, meant to stay inside, reshaping the caverns
that they flow inside, wearing down the walls of my heart
tearing holes between my ventricles that let the too-bright light in
there's a ringing through my ears, a vicious volume that i can't turn down, can't shout over
you cruel cruel silence, you know my eloquence would tear down all the walls
and you'd have to face me
run through the maze you created, run until you're sure you're too far to hear my next words
and wait in silence to find out whether you were right
