Like a small child though a woman grown.
Gnawing on a pen waiting for her to speak.
To begin to explain the sick desires and their beginnings.
She is nothing like any other patient here.
Days she is docile.
Days she rages and is violent.
Cold emerald gaze when she levels it.
A sense of being weighed, counted and set in proper place takes seconds.
Aquiline nose takes from utter beauty.
Lips ruby red lush silken ready to be kissed.
Thick ombre hair cascades over shoulders twisted between slim fingers.
Sat as she is one could take her for adolescent.
Once stood there is no denial that she is woman.
Breasts perfectly rounded.
Hips curved softly.
The perfect figure.
Time ticks seconds off.
Loud in this silence.
Her head turns.
Leveling cold gaze over mine to the clock over the door.
As time for her draws near.
Time to return.
Back to ancient cell.
Hair tumbles covering face.
I see the child emerge just as the door clicks.
How was she today Doc?
One day she will speak.
You never know Doc…..
that one there
she carries dark secrets…..
secrets that would eat your soul.
one day soon
will come the shit show.
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2 thoughts on “Silence Speaks”
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Will there be a follow up from her? You left me wanting to see behind her mask. Wonderful imagery Lil Sis 💖
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Yes there is more coming. She is a hard one to tie down. But I now have home for that one piece I sent you love you too big diss 😘😘😘💜💜