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.