Women

When silence isn’t golden, but is golden all the same.

Silence isn’t always a choice.

Silence is sometimes the only choice.

Silence isn’t always a comfort.

Silence is sometimes the only thing close to comfort.

 

Sssshhhh.

Listen to the heaviness of silence.

Watch its tracks, splayed in the sand like the spine of a fish, the white tide washing over its nothingness.

It is, and isn’t, golden.

 

 

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