Unsaid

Sore heart.
Unsaid words.
Surreal and ambiguous.
Direct and illogical.
Egg shells.

In case…

I hurt a gentle soul. A kind
Soul.

I am not good at silence when sirens
sound in my chest.

I am good at over thinking
While the ship is sinking. While
It fills up with water.

There is still silence in water.
And then in the limp bodies that remain.