A poem by FRANCESCA KURLANSKY.
One morning
You looked at the space in between,
Reading in the silence
The words I was forced not to say.

You picked them out
Of the lines between my fingers
And the crease at the corner of my mouth.
Screaming to them to be silent
I wept
As you told them
No more.

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