the thing I hate about silence

Image

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
true, 

though not yet
soluble in blood.

 

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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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