What We Don't Say
It started hours beforeanyone would admit it. the sky bruised slowly,like it was trying to decidewhether or not to fall apart. you were in the next room,moving things that didn’t need moving.I could hear your handssearching for anythingto stay busy with. I stayed still.sometimes stillnessis the only wayto survive a shiftyou can’t stop. the walls knew.the air had thattight, electric edgelike…















