briar

The hurricane in me is beginning
to twist around the words you're refusing to say.

And I'm so tired, selfish, sick;
and I cannot begin to tell you
how heavy my heart can become

when
you
don't
speak.

My face is bruising under the skin
as if your taciturnity is trapped there…
Pushing and pulsing and beating
until there is nothing left but
a ****** mess of lifeless conversation.

Pinched nerves and scrapes
and scars are more productive
than the conflict and concept of hurting alone.

So, stop clicking your tongue against
your teeth and take the bandage off your mouth.
Silence is not for lovers.