Silent corner.

This silent corner,
where a head rests uncertain,
waiting for time to find her,
to show her, despite her certainty,
that she is not as forgotten,
as she believes herself to be. 

This silent corner, 
witness to a cutting,
a bloody path of teardrops,
left held in check to long,
silent screams hold fury, 
when there are words needing, 
to be spoken. 

This silent corner, 
this broken heart, 
standing on the rim,
but never truly allowed,
to join the depths,
or even, 
dip a toe.

This silent corner,
where her mind curls inward,
listening to the moon whisper,
what human voices,
should have spoken,
but did not know how to say. 

This silent corner,
This silent corner,
This fucking silent corner,
that never goes away,
yet is the only comfort, 
she knows.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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