Sunday 7 June 2020

'The silence because of what I know...' by Georgia Ashman


I can’t help but look at him differently, my own brother. I walk down the blissful streets of New York and wonder, does that girl know? Does he? They can’t. The little things remind me of that night, the sound of a metal door opening, the ticking of a clock. It haunts me. Why me? Why? Why? Why? But I must stay quiet, they said so. Otherwise it will happen sooner. There’s still a look of innocence in his face, his eyes still glisten when he watches the sunset and his dimples still show when he laughs. I try to take it all in, whilst time flies by. All because of what I know, and the silence that I am with.

 Enjoy their presence, before the evil takes them away. 


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