Silence Watched : A Different Pov

 Silence watched as she picked up shards of broken words

Silence watched as they pierced through her heart over and over again

Silence watched as it deafened her more than the screams she heard moments ago

Silence watched as she tried to stitch the relationship every unsaid word tore

Silence wanted to be broken, broken like she was

So, silence became loud enough to crack a glass

It brought lingering tension enough to feel like a tightrope walk

Silence became loud enough for her to scream

But watched as it lingered in the air as unspoken words

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