Nice – figure out your “she” and ignore the explosions

The Silver Leaf Journal

Don’t talk,
she said
without a sound
(finger to lips).

Voices intrude,
like explosives
they flare,
bewildering,
absorbing energy,
then shatter thoughts,
shatter life,
She said,
wordlessly.

Come with me,
she said,
inviting me in with her eyes.
And, silently,
I went.

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