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In Silence
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Stone-still, the argument halts; hatred grown
stone-eyed, nose to nose, wills pitting in silence.
Hiding in the wardrobe, no friend to confide in;
hiding in the unheard spaces, fitting in silence.
Bruises under foundation, a thousand excuses;
bruises covered by sleeves, fists hitting in silence.
Broken heart, unspoken hurts, roses-peace-token
broken; scars, brittle bones knitting in silence.
Before the paramedics knock the door
before the bathroom mirror slitting in silence.
Sue Spiers
Published in Orbis Literary Journal issue 187
Shared first Place Readers Award
Carole Baldock nominated for Orbis’ Pushcart Prize 2019
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