Heating Silence  


The x-rated 
We hold 
Closely to our chests

Heartbeats racing insanely 
To a hot pink velvet rush
You covered me in crystals
Too sharp for me to touch
The object of our attention
Became an obstacle
Tip toeing around 
Times we’d rather not mention
The waving elephant
In the center of the room
Smiling like she’s not there
As we suffocate on an awkward air
All of what we hold inside 
Becomes venomous and bare 
Breathe it in
And blankly stare
Pretending it never happened
As the elephant just stomps and cheers. 
Can’t we just talk about…
What happened over there?

22 thoughts on “Heating Silence  

      1. really. cool. the death of your child. i cannot say anything tangible. sorry. picked up a buch by jodi picault and the hero has aspbergers just like son tom!


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