The Silent Treatment


You never hit

Wetness like stripes fall

Drip into regret


You never yelled at me,

Gasping air, the thud of the wall.

Memories are set.


You never lied to me

Panic breath; anxious calls.

Willing to be in your debt.


Silence is what you gave me.

Who knew that would be all -

It would take for me to flee your net.

Copyright 2014 T.L. Burton


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