Silence is a scream
Indigo splotches blooming like irises on a tiny pale skull
Light fading from staring eyes, more doll-like now than when hours old
Empty arms with faceless uniforms pulling my soul from me
Numbness spreading, thickening in my throat, weighing me down, ripping me apart with savage teeth
Could have sworn that hell was loud, with cries and crackling flames, but here it is
Echoes of lullabies behind a locked nursery door
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"Could have sworn that hell was loud, with cries and crackling flames, but here it is" - wow, this hit me hard. Amazing entry, well done!
So sad yet beautiful images.
That was heartbreaking...You perfectly captured the loss of a loved one, and the sickening, heavy silence that comes with it. Great work and beautiful writing!