Silence

silence screams for attention.
begs. pleads. cry’s.
finally it slinks off to
a corner and sulks, loudly.

silence is not happy.
silence has long boney
fingers that wrap around
your neck to cut off your words.

and then you have nothing to say
because silence is dark and the
words that do escape are swallowed
by it’s inky blackness.

like a tar pit trapping
an ancient dinosaur your words
get sucked down to rot and maybe
someday someone will find their bones.

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