There’s a viciousness in silence
It can lead the mind to overact
Plump it up with
Toxic imaginings
Embroider it with after shocks
Starve it of its’ fluids
Ungentle it with a cold rip

Don’t offer your quiet
When they have asked you for sound
Or text or image or touch

Lull that thunderous blow
It will only take a moment
To move the sharpness of it
Into a soft humid still

Be generous
All of those who surround you
Are calling for it.

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