Silence of the Fiend
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She shrieks at me again
This silence with a hoarse voice.
I close my ears to her ramblings
But she pries open my soul
Her tongue sharp
She cuts me to pieces
Wounding me like she has wounded me
Many times before.
I try to kill her — my tormentor.
But she just laughs, mocking me
Killing me like she has
Killed me many times before.
Again she shows me
They ring the loudest
The words that lurk underneath
The voices we forbid to speak.
//Sherma E. Benosa; 14 August 2011; 8:41am
aka Brainteaser = Penteaser
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