Walls scream silents.

This house...
is always
silent or screaming
with sound.

Although both
seem to fit
in my memories
of these walls
perfectly.

Yelling our
flaws,
for the neighbors to hear.
Voices a thunderous
roar,
it shakes the walls
we are attached to.
Bound to.

The silents that fallows
a brawl of words,
it chills me deeply.

I'd curl into the
fetal position,
lay my head on the
cool hardwood,

I just can tho.
It would only cause
more,
ear-splitting screeches.

The cracks are starting
to show.
In our minds...
and on the walls.