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In Silence

Stone-still, the argument halts; hatred grown

stone-eyed, nose to nose, wills pitting in silence.

 

Hiding in the wardrobe, no friend to confide in;

hiding in the unheard spaces, fitting in silence.

 

Bruises under foundation, a thousand excuses;

bruises covered by sleeves, fists hitting in silence.

 

Broken heart, unspoken hurts, roses-peace-token

broken; scars, brittle bones knitting in silence.

 

Before the paramedics knock the door

before the bathroom mirror slitting in silence.

 

 

Sue Spiers

 

Published in Orbis Literary Journal issue 187

Shared first Place Readers Award

Carole Baldock nominated for Orbis’ Pushcart Prize 2019

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