But then his back severed the cord as it closed the door to our conversation. What wanted to be said got hit in the face and retreated into my throat. and I choked on every syllable. I too turned not desiring to be cradled by the arms of silence. I opened the door leading to the case of stairs. Every step mimicked his words enraging my feet and They attempted to mute but they grew weary in defeat. Closing my eyes I spun facing his general direction.
It was as if an audience drew in breath, Afraid their breathing would interrupt the ****** of this scene.
White noise complained obnoxiously, fluttering nigh the sides of my ear And An inferno asphyxiated brashly the cells my heart neared.
βYou were-are worth itβ
But those words muffled by the cradling arms of silence Were carried by the white noise Before Ashed by the inferno.