Silence,
if it is peaceful,
I do not mind.
But this silence
is an uneasy punishment,
a wary dance of fear with anger.
Sidle left,
swift turn right,
around each other carefully.
I am all fear.
And the Silence,
heavy and dim,
sticking so thickly to our atmosphere
inescapable
Why do you call it down?
It is your one weapon,
your servant to inspire my fear.
It is hard to love you
when you do this.
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