Pregnant Pause
The gaps in her sentences
are always filled with insights from others
Who prompt her to speak a truth she does not ascribe to
They witter and order and claim her thoughts as their own
Changing the essence of what she feels
so that she offers saccharine lies
Seething inside she wonders at a world where reality is desecrate
the rubbing away of hard edges
Grinding her down in the process
Her pauses are all she has, reflections of herself
The gaps in her sentences
A Testament to the woman she wishes to be
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