[✔] Tacenda

closure

in the piercing, bitter, angry hot afternoon, you've killed the last, little spark in my chest.

and it's harder. and it hurts. hurts even more.

i am lost, ruined, and undone.

the terror, it fades. but the unease, it lingers. the insecurity. the restless agitation.

but no more secret, muffled scream in midnight.

no more stream of tears down my face when no one's around.

and no more foolish, fleeting hope.

so i guess this is goodbye.