Let's all sit through
The silence.
Silence, ringing out in
Deafening chapel bells
Anything
To replace the dirty word,
The curse,
The muck beneath the stream.
The silver blade thrashing about,
Held to my neck if
I dare to murmur.
Silence, the downpour of chilly wind
Whipping raw flesh.
Silence, the
Useless conversations about
The weather,
What colleges I want to apply to,
Where I'm headed for vacation.
Utterances above the
Bedrock.
The same silence that
Fills an empty well, with
Me living at the
Bottom.
Silence that has
Sustained itself at my expense.
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Today Wasn't The Best
Poetry"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you." -Joseph Heller
