Bleached Silence

2020

The Lovers II by Rene Magritte

Crushed under
bleached silence
we cower under,

A pressure cooker of
emotions
threaten to explode,

Salty ice freezes my face,
They dismiss our debris,
Orange scar against brown beauty
smothered by a miserable cruelty,

That same
crippled love
stirs through our ripped shards,

A shroud of a stolen kiss
we plunge into,

Ignore those grating cries of
Fury at brown radiance and
orange darkness