Quiet Between Screams

The blade
listened
when the world
wouldn’t.

The pain was too
much.
The memries too
loud.
The guilt tooo
Fucking heavy.

And finally
there was quiet.

I wasn’t rembering.
I wasn’t reliving.
I wasn’t failling
her.

I wasn’t waking up
to the unberable truth
that she was
Fucking gone.

For a moment,
the grief went
silent.

The pain dripped.
The scream
escaped.
The pressure
Finally fucking broke.

My breath caught
somewhere betwen
relief and devasation.

And for one little moment,
I didn’t have to feel
everything.