This is a little different than normal, it's more of a story.
The two girls sat on the same swing, one with her arms around the other's waist, one with her legs around her companion's waist. They offered no conversation, merely staring at the sky. Night had blanketed the sun in a black velvet cloak, studded with rhinestones and gauzy ribbon. Unspoken words melted like candy in their mouths, the sugar sticking their lips closed.
They breathed in each other's air, fireflies offering small glimmers. In the town over, the clock chimes once. One in the morning. The sugar of sweet nothings is sickly now, keeping teeth glued. Both girls want so desperately to let out the gumdrops and maggots of thoughts. Sweet and destructive.
It's her birthday. They don't think of last year, the blows and harsh words. The clock tells them they've spent thirty minutes inhaling the night sky and the sweet fumes of silence.
Without a word, they stand. They are together. And the spell of silence comforts them as they return to home.
