only slits filled with shadow. And as silence
falls I listen, wonder whether the girl within
you has a voice.
I see her, wait for her to mutter something
audible or inaudible, though most absolutely
existent. But she remains silent for now, watching,
shaking her head with thin lips falling flat, ready to
curl a little, we all hope.
No eyes, that doesn’t mean a thing
but without a voice, her silence keeps me guessing:
whether or not this is good, bad, the implications
of which I am yet to discover.