Silence captures all there is to say,
yet these words seep from me;
sucking at this pain, soaking it, running through it.
Pulling these memories out teeth first,
grabbing,
back bitting,
gut wrenching,
all consuming.
The eyes the drowning pool of all that is lost,
still all that is held close,
encapsulating the truth in a split second.
Yet it must be all that is external;
all that is buried,
all that is pushed, forced, raped into silence.
Something that becomes something outside of ones self.
Something that is so deep that it no longer remains.
I blame you.
