As she sits in the dark,
she cries,
she's temporarily blind.
Silence is shielding her eyes,
from the world of lies she resides in.
Only to show her the truth.
It's hidden deep within the walls.
Like dead bodies 6ft in the ground.
She hears the silence.
It's screaming loud.
Deafening.
As she receives the truth it's overwhelming.
It's aging her.
20 years
40 years
60 years
80 years
100
She's decrepit.
She can't walk.
101
The silence has left her,
Unable to tell a soul the truth.
Because the silence kills.
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