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
Oh yes Silence is something that can kill …