Silence is golden, right?
That agreement,
strips of night
wrapped around your finger,
celebrated
and worn like the side
of your favorite shoes?
Yup,
it feels just as nice
to smother expression
choke on words
we'd rather not say,
b/c others' are more important,
more sacred
than the space we occupy everyday.
So, we make tea out of tears,
boiling pain
until it clearly needs
leaves,
anything to give it flavor
and drink it
everyday
until it becomes necessity,
not a favorite,
not the top shelf
brand of anything,
b/c then, we might actually break.
We learn our worth
by the noise we can't make
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