everything that lives inside of me
everything black
and
white
and shades of every grey
that line the walls of the rooms
that sit
empty
and
hollow.
their weight like 10 tonne
on my chest
crippling me.
everything
in the words
we never say
like sheathed weapons
held at the ready
of hands fit for war.
the tenderness
that comes from waiting,
poised,
open,
for response
that is whispered quietly
in the way she flashes
her palm
and shakes
her head.
her shoulders folded
the answer to
this
question
with words
we never
spilled from lips
open.
