spw (Canada)() published:
Silence is the loudest cry,
After she's been hurt.
Pain and rage fly to the sky,
And wither beneath the dirt.
The quiet air can suffocate,
It rings on in your ear.
The sound of nothing is full of hate,
Starting after a single tear.
A scream or shout are not as loud,
As the stillness wrapped around.
For her silence isn't announced aloud,
She doesn't dare make a sound.
You've stabbed her back and twisted the knife,
9 months ago