Speak QuietlyA Story by I Speak Begonias.She swore she’d never tell him
the reason she hides. It’s a matter of disposition, she supposed. Tell him
there is nothing there. You don’t need to worry, she breathes. It’s nothing; nothing.
He steals broken glances of her lies. He sees them in the corners of her mouth,
the lines beneath her eyes, the mindless scratching at her thumbs. Forget it. He
thinks it’s easier to play thick. He loves her but knows she’ll move past it;
these fleeting thoughts of secrets. It’s dark in here for him, too. She’s not
the only one covering cracks in the walls they lean against. He also hides
things, she knows it. Quick and agitated movements when she walks into a room, noiseless
acts of acceptance while she quietly cries herself to sleep. They walk on piles
of eggshells as they creep around their love. Each hoping the other will say
out loud what they see and suspect. Each knowing the other must say it first.
Sitting together they hold hands and smile. Both silently agreeing; some things
are better left in darkness. © 2010 I Speak Begonias. |
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Added on January 25, 2010 Last Updated on January 25, 2010 Author
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