Strength

People have spent my life Telling me that I’m strong, Calling my silence by another name, Painting it as something to aspire to, And so I took the title and pretended, Pretended that I could be that person, Someone that wasn’t affected, Pretended that I could deal with it, But I couldn’t, I could only…

Omertà 3

A Literati Mafia Collaboration: Part III Silence is seen as a treacherous doubled-edged sword in my tumultuous mind. I never knew what silence meant in my daily life. Since a little girl, I have watched my family delve into anger and confusion over money and disagreement. I have seen people stab me in the back…

Omertà 2

A Literati Mafia Collaboration: Part II there was a time when it would settle, a threadbare mantle covering all the things that buzzed and hummed inside, demanding stillness. but now it is the rasp of snoring children, the score of tires on asphalt, the whisper of birch leaves. it does not cover so much as…

Omertà 1

A Literati Mafia Collaboration: Part I In the end, everything is silent. Maybe that’s why I hated it so much, I’d always liked beginnings so much more. My flat when my parents reached the end of the end of their marriage was like being a character in a silent movie. We might as well have…