explorations

//silence//

       She had never had a worse conversation in her life. It was the definition of one sided. While she fumbled and backtracked over words she didn't know if she meant or not, she got only silence in return. Silence that was made of something thick and heavy and filled her to the brim with anger and frustration that spread until her finger tips were hot and shaking. The silence overflowed and left streams on her face that turned into waterfalls falling to the ground like they had given up. It was so dense that it made her bend over, for she was not able to bear its weight. It pushed her head down and made her knees bend. It gave nothing and took everything leaving her to deal with the pitying eyes of well meaning strangers that for reasons she could not explain she grew to hate.

       She had never had a worse conversation in her life. But that's what happens when you talk to stone etched with names you call out in your sleep.

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ik this is hella short but I didn't have anything else to add. do you know what it's about?

-jemma