electricity is bouncing off of us
it’s almost loud enough to hear it
as we sit here
it’s like a bullet ricochet
but we keep quiet
afraid of the shock we may get.
there’s things we never say
for fear of starting something
that can never be finished
and i wonder
whether the words forming in your mind
are the same as mine.
words can’t be unsaid
so we bow our heads instead
the truth is sometimes worse
than the lies we tell ourselves
and the worst lie of all
is hope.
so we sit here quietly
our hair standing on end
from the static
and pretend we aren’t thinking
or feeling
the things that we do.
Beautiful!!
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