"Domestic Silence"

I wake up to birds chirping and your beauty at peace. Longing for the voice I haven't heard from in weeks. I've lost sleep, it's quite steep on this peak of danger, we go about our days as complete strangers. She blames me, I blame her -- our love changed, it ain't the same. Anger fuels my pain and extinguished intimate flames. So I practice silence before I act on violence. In my broken home, a dirty look is something like a broken bone. All alone, losing weight, dinners in a headlock. Coming home after work to a plate of Kellogg's. Shoulder shrugs and head nods, our language of choice. Takes the place of tongue lashings and raising our voice. I've been abused since the start, I have the black and blues to prove, but I choose not to part, she's all my heart ever knew. Thoughts of smacking her arose, fighting blow to blow, jabbing her nose and slicing her throat, I thought it all. But my intent is not spoken so I won't present a threat at this very moment or a sudden violent explosion. Instead of going upside her head, eye shut swollen, I prefer not to feed the urge cause silence is golden. Emotionally submerged in an ocean, which drowned our minds. With hand motions, we converse without a sound like mimes. Think back on what we had, now look at where we at. Went from pillow talking to verbal attacks. From verbal attacks to mental abuse, and in the midst of the confusion, then seclusion came through. And I'm through, I'm sooo through, I'm decreasing my health. I'm so through, it's come to me pleasing myself. My soul screaming for help, from morning til noon. By the evening, washed away by emotional typhoons. I could've sworn we would've jumped the broom, I spoke to soon. She's a wolf in a sheep's costume, but my silence speaks in volumes.

By: Joe Flow

Twitter: @JoeFlows