the thing I hate about silence


is the colour of it:
ecclesiastical purple
symbolic and sinister
loaded with the centuries of
punitive love.


We strip back every
conversation until we say
something that is

though not yet
soluble in blood.


Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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