The side eye I see says everything.
She speaks without a sound.
She tolerates, she pacifies.
She considers herself bound.
The grey he brings, the cloud,
She had learned to part ignore,
Brushing it from her shoulders,
But still feeling the cold in her core.
She takes her warmth from elsewhere,
Or self stokes her inner fire.
She isn’t sure if she’s bearing a load,
Or making herself a liar.
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