Silence

So loud, it deafens.

Putrid, rotting hatred.

Rage – the lingering scent

Of Old Ladies’ perfume.

 

Rancid, thoughts of engagement.

Withering of taste buds –

Only response to sounds

Of voice.

 

Flakes, Dust,

Permeates and pours.

Settling into their cold war.

 

Pursed lips,

And purses hitched

To keys of flee,

Hide, refuge. To

Blissful peace

Outdoors.

7/1/13

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