i am never listening to your nonsense

your voice
trickles through
words   -
unspoken yet seen
under the limelight of scrutiny 
and unbearable

injustice

, , ,          :

poured graciously
out
, ripped apart.

the silence of your tears
basks in the
                   stuffy room,
clouded with ponderous haze.


and words,
how they pour listlessly 

drawn out with a mouth sewn shut.