Silence,
Her only response
To questions cold,
Questions unkind.
Anger,
Held inside
Until it boils,
Until it spoils,
Until it smolders,
Away into empty hate.
Fear,
Not shown,
Not felt,
Not voiced.
Pain,
Hidden
In the depths,
At the bottom of the well.
Killed,
By questions
Like a cancer.
Buried,
In the same silence
That bore her answers.
