Mshairi’s week of love: 3

Silence

She sits there where she can see your eyes
Fill with faithless tears
She sits close to hear your hushed voice
Murmur words of sweetness and love to another
Desiccated lips stricken in silence
She says nothing
A smouldering flame spreads beneath her skin
A feverish ague shakes her body
She says nothing
Teardrops sting her eyes
She sees nothing
Her soul clenched in sadness
Her spirit broken
She feels nothing
In her ears a deafening roar yet
She hears nothing but
The thousand chimes
Of a rupturing heart

And still she says nothing

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