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It’s as thick as knitted wool sweaters
And suffocating like splintered insecurity.
It is my silence, and his silence.
We are magnets reversed;
Forced into gravity by design –
Quite unable to fester,
Yet in a constant collide on
Emotions opposite poles.
A razor blade whittling a heart.
Words refuse to retract,
Hoisting disgusting weights
Of silence on our shoulders;
Try to quiet
the screaming in the air.