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THE SILENCE EATS FIRST

By Janelle Standish


They taught me

early

to fold my voice

like a napkin,

neat, white,

easy to ignore.

 

I became

an echo

that flinched

before it sounded.

 

They called it

dignity.

But it was just

a prettier word

for disappearance.

 

I swallowed

whole oceans

to keep the peace.

Now

all I do

is drown beautifully.


 
 

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