words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I
Tag: Silence
Struck Mute
i am a woman built of words it is not natural comfortable intuitive for me to tie my tongue tightly to choose silence to be
stifled
words sit thick in my mouth a peanut butter and regret sandwich that i can neither swallow nor expel onto the empty plate a stasis
Into My Stillness
Shhhhh. . . put your hand on my trembling heart listen into my silence midnight blue velvet reach into my stillness deeper than you have
A Voice Like Lava Flowed
once I whispered my truths to the unfeeling dawn unheard unacknowledged my words began to build up choke me and in that stifling silence I
Silence Will No Longer Ring in My Ears
I will not be silent I will not maintain the peace I will say the ugly words out loud and I will not flinch Murder
Dissolution
words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I
A Room So Still and Quiet It Hurts: A Collaboration of Warriors
Christine Ray In a room so still and silent That it hurts Stark white walls Razor sharp edges Etch my soul Draw blood That drips
Resistance
silence is the boon companion of shame I am tired so very, very tired of silence of shame weighing me down pulling at my shoulders dragging
