THE SILENCE EATS FIRST
- Dark Poets Club

- 1 day ago
- 1 min read
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.



