You use silence like a shield
for protection, you say-
as if I am a wild beast
gnashing, biting, clawing
you to shreds.
Meanwhile your silence
is the sword that keeps
slicing at my skin,
finding all the weak spots,
seeking to land a final
death blow.
It wounds me outside of
space and time,
wherever I dwell,
no matter how far
I think I've come.
Your shadow sword tracks
me by my heart, slow to
change, stubborn like yours.
This time, though, I think I've
finally found a way to trick it
for good.
If I pierce my own heart.
If I bleed it dry.
It will never find me again.
Keep your shield.
You will never know my pain.
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Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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