She sits in the dark,
Stitches in hand.
And she sews her mouth shut,
Qui---et!
She cannot speak but her eyes say it all.
She shuts them tight.
Keeping the words in...
The poem blasting her,
From the inside.
"Blatant Truth"
Sequestered to muteness.
Stitched and shut down,
Sealed and blackened...
She rots with the truth.
