Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXVII
In Total Silence. Don't make a sound, write in whispers if you must. The theme is silence. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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A Beloved’s Silence
His silence cut deep into the flesh of my words,
Forcing the red ink to spill out onto white.
I was blind to his voice that ceased to be,
In darkness, their absence was desperate light.
His inexistant gaze was a gun at my head,
Taunting in mocking silnce, it never did shoot.
Days I would cry for the bullet to come already,
Because the truthful pain was long overdue.