Silence screams the truth

Her eyes overcrowded with teardrops 

ready to burst from their corners

her hands, cold and trembling, as she hugged herself in self-pity

Her feet plastered to the wooden floor 

too weak to lift her upper body.

Her ears pricked, but there was no sound 

For once, her growling stomach,

the dripping tap, and even the wispy whistling wind 

all stopped 

knowing how much she hates the silence 

because silence screams the truth.