Pain.
It is of aching knees and a salty face,
Burning eyes, tears on your cheeks,
And that terrible silence.
Tension is in the air.
You can feel it.
It’s living electricity.
You hide your face behind the book
And refuse to look at her.
There is anger in that tired, hurting heart of yours.
She had not once looked back at you.
Perhaps she is the angrier one.
Maybe she is giving the silent treatment out of hate.
Everything you ever knew steamed into the darkness.
Everything is broken.
Everything is shattered.
Everything is messed up.
Everything is pain.
It was the worst day of my life.
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