Esme studied the puddle of silence between them / unlike the harmony of the old silences / the discord jangled across her nerves / and shredded her gut-strings / shattering her quiet soul / as it continued to pool around her / the silence  took all the language / drew it into its dark depths…

I am exhausted She said As she turned out the contents of her mind into the bog-standard-government-issue-trash-disposal bin “Hazardous marterials” I am tired of the fight and the struggle Of people not caring enough or immobilised by caring too much Of being being so scared to be honest to-say-what-they-see-what-they-think-and-feel that eventually we all become our…