Quiet sits across the table
Unfurls his bearly hands
Explains without words

Why I must be
Quiet, Girl
Quiet girl
When you wanna shout loud

Quiet sits upon my chest
Holds the stick between my teeth

Bite down hard
Girl
Hard girl, bite-down- hard

He knows the pain is fierce
Knows the cut is deep
Knows the wound is fatal

Without him

Quiet waits for
Days, weeks, months
Years to pass

Then one day the barest nod

Go girl, go
Use these words so close to swords
Speak.

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