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The Question |
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Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
“Answer her,” he hisses low. I stare at the tablecloth instead. His silence is worse than his threats. I want to crawl inside his head. The thoughts in there could harden me. Make me capable of living through war. Make me live life out of sheer stubbornness Instead of wondering why it can’t be more. She eats quietly amid the silence. She waits as still as I. But she isn’t waiting for an answer. She’s trying not to cry. The question has already been forgotten. But he doesn’t care about an answer. The question never really mattered. Just so we all know he’s the master. Master of this little home; this silent shrouded tomb. He holds the silence over us. I’m miles from my room. The food is cold. The drinks are evaporating. As I sit and ponder. I would answer him Or, in actuality, her But what was the question, I wonder. |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Master of this little home; this silent shrouded tomb. He holds the silence over us. I’m miles from my room. The food is cold. The drinks are evaporating. As I sit and ponder. I would answer him Or, in actuality, her But what was the question, I wonder Oh goodness me, this one hurts. I really hope that you aren't writing this from your own personal experience, though I hate for anyone to have to go through this in their family. Hugs to you  Ethel |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
love the ending  M |
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