refuse to say her name,
whisper her story in my ear.
scorch her bravery into my soul,
allow her light to glow me up.
black ink swallowing the bathroom stalls,
avoid tracing my finger over the lies.
eyes staring at the floors tiles,
following the widening cracks.
a hollow hallway packed with people,
all whispering her story,
but not listening to the words.
a noted absence being replaced,
with a churning stomach.
black hearts,
inside hollow people.
