7d
The walls don’t echo anymore.
The sound of your voice
used to cling to the corners
like dusk settling in the seams—
now there’s just
stillness
that chokes.
I say your name
like a dropped plate
shattering in an empty hallway—
and you
don’t
flinch.
The space between us
is crowded with things
you’ll never say.
Your silence is a scythe
trimming down
my worth.
Every glance you avoid
draws a chalk outline
around the version of me
you no longer see.
I water the air with apologies
that never bloom.
You offer nothing,
and still,
I bend
like sun-starved vines
toward the warmth
of nothing.
How loud you are
without a single word.
The sound of your voice
used to cling to the corners
like dusk settling in the seams—
now there’s just
stillness
that chokes.
I say your name
like a dropped plate
shattering in an empty hallway—
and you
don’t
flinch.
The space between us
is crowded with things
you’ll never say.
Your silence is a scythe
trimming down
my worth.
Every glance you avoid
draws a chalk outline
around the version of me
you no longer see.
I water the air with apologies
that never bloom.
You offer nothing,
and still,
I bend
like sun-starved vines
toward the warmth
of nothing.
How loud you are
without a single word.
silent treatment
