When silence is handcuffed

she knew when she awoke

that some one had raped her

gathering her clothes together

in the back alley she dressed quickly

flushed herself pissing behind a tree

spat and spat and spat to clean her mouth

before joining the anonymity in the mall

and watching for the culprits’ eyes

when we first met it was easy

our conversations medicine to counteract grief

in a short while the tonic wore thin

episodes of long-term loss begin to erupt

is this a lull in the love between us

now the silence has been handcuffed?

Or is this simply a test to see

who can utter the key?

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