mortal as I was
And what am I hanging around for /
riddled with what his silence said?
Anne Sexton, Lessons in Hunger
Silence feels like a dead end.
Like a door closed without a sound.
Like the stifled scream of a tell-tale heart.
riddled with what his silence said?
Anne Sexton, Lessons in Hunger
Silence feels like a dead end.
Like a door closed without a sound.
Like the stifled scream of a tell-tale heart.