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DEAFENING

By Rebekah Haigh

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not a stutter

no muttered response

stilled nails

a songless pause

sonnet unuttered

gaspless

sobless

breath caught tight behind teeth

in tacit wailing, stretching, waiting

 

One question.

 

 

Do you still love me?

 

 

 

 

Silence.

 

 
 

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