A Silence
You admonished me with your silence,
it filled the room like the eye of the storm.
I waited seven days for the rain to fall
but by the time the first dropp hit my face
I'd grown accustomed to the tension
and licked my lips, defiant.
I bit down hard and swallowed blood.
You begged to speak,
but silence you bestowed on me
and I returned the gift, real sweet.
poem by Ruth Walters
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