i won't let them hear what they want to hear. i'll hide my fears or write them down in tears from a pen. i'll drown the empty pages with ink; venom to the mind, and then i'll start over again.
poisonous lines.
while, "all is fine" i'll say. when in reality the only truth my muffled words reveal is in the silence that follows. and since the calm before the storm is my storm and this garden is filled with thorns, i'll burn everything i've ever known and surround myself with ashes that allow me to let go.