silence.

[quietwidow]

Vipers lullaby,

Rotten fruit-

You drape yourself in falsehoods like velvet on sin,

slick as shit, grinning that goddamn grin.

Your silver tongue? A fucking blade in disguise 

each word a backhand, dressed up in lies.

That smile of yours, pure rot in a crystal cup,

sweet from afar, but bitter as fuck, 

I’ve learned the trick: your charm’s a con,

destruction wrapped in flesh you play pawn.

You pissed in the well and called it wine,

lifted the glass, said, "Shit taste fine." 

But every fucking drop burned straight through,

scorching love to ash, like only you do.

You don’t break hearts, you fucking gut ’em.

Dig in deep, twist it slow, then strut from

the mess you made, whistling like a saint,

while I bleed in the silence you paint.

With Ivy League venom, you taught me disgust,

a masterclass in how to betray and combust.

Then, like a true bastard, you smirked as I fell 

as if you hadn’t just dragged me through hell.

I don’t wish you pain. No. I wish you mirrors.

Clean, cruel glass, no filters, only errors.

I want you to see the ruin you parade:

a hollow king, crown cracked, glory decayed.

So rot, you magnificent piece of shit,

on your throne built from every fake bit.

My silence? A wildfire that knows your name, 

and fuck if it doesn’t love the flame.

[quietwidow]

Eternal Glance

In a fleeting moment, my error laid bare,

Its impact eternal, beyond all repair.

As their eyes turned to me with judgment severe,

The weight of my actions brought nothing but fear.

The past set in stone, yet future untold,

My chance to reshape what time will unfold.

My soul springs from excess, a wellspring of pain,

Your absence the source of this endless refrain.

When near you, I blushed with a crimson-hued glow,

A signal perhaps you were not meant to know.

Without your presence, I'd surely be lost,

A ship without anchor on tempestuous seas tossed.

I dreamed of our future, together as one,

Now left here wondering if such thoughts you'd shun.

You could have offered another chance clear,

A sign unmistakable, brutally sincere.

Maybe just by saying, "I don't love you,"

But you seemed unwilling to bid me adieu.

As if I were simply a toy to be kept,

While silently, secretly, alone I wept.

Perhaps I could've changed how our story was penned,

Now trapped in this anguish that never will end.

Your vision seemed clouded, but I know full well,

Nothing escaped you, more than words can tell.

The truth I acknowledged deep down all along,

My composure gone.

All I ever wanted was you in my arms.

Forever, forced to pick apart these shards,

Palms laid about, with needs and wants.

Tears start to fall in response…

[quietwidow]

She was a quiet girl, not by choice, but by the weight of every unspoken scream.

buried deep beneath her silence, an echo of the dead, wrapped in living skin.

Always ignored,

forced to carry every secret she swore,

her voice became a tomb, so she kneels beneath the hollow sky, eyes lost in stars that never reply,

Whispering soft to the night above:

“Please…

let it be from the dove of love.”