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
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
Encroaching Darkness
darkness is washing over me like spilled black ink viscous puddles on my skin like oxygen-rich blood iron-tinged air darkness is icy breath on the
Objectification
You sharpen your words into knives lovingly caressing blade with whetting stone until it can split hairs your goal to dismember into assorted parts a
Rebel Yell
I have lived too many years in eloquent silence playing something into nothing for the preservation of others’ gold-leafed memories Denying myself comfort mercy
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 ever
Still she persisted
Their voices droned on Unwilling to hear her truth Threatening silence Her voice not valued By small men with small ideas Still, she persisted
The Storm That is Brewing
The silent scream I stifle cuts my throat to ribbons makes my eyes my ears bleed raises phantom welts on my skin spelling out dirty
