The Silence

He looked up with guarded eyes
He looked me in the face
Carved his name into my ear
Tore the skin out of my lace

I washed the things I could not burn
Scrubbed the vision from my eyes
But no filth could cleanse my rotting soul
The filth was deep inside

That heated breath upon my neck
Stitched hate into my skin
That sweaty hand that seized my tongue
My voice would never win

So, water filled my mangled lungs
Let the silence live inside
And though I tried to purge my sin
A piece was left behind

Grief clouded those with lighter minds
Those left with my remains
But I took a dying breath
With a voice he could not take

They shivered under fragile tents
And eyed the dreadful stone
The preacher echoed all the faithful words
As children checked their phones

The granite bore a simple line
Misery lies here
They wept and stained each other’s coats
And drove back home in fear

What could I say to make them hear?
How did I lose again?
I whisper to the hollow wood
As the silence closes in

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