Bursting at the seams

Pregnant with crushed desires

and broken dreams

Lurking in the living room

like an apparition

An attempt to conceal

all the rage seething

and simpering within

It is a sultry silence

louder than noise and din

Waiting to boil over with

sheer disdain

or specks of unspoken pain

You don’t need words

or actions to wound

and sting

There’s so much

violence that an

impenetrable silence

can bring