She Was Sea

I felt nothing for a time after it stung.

My silence was unintentional; I lacked the words as they’d all been used up.

I’d said what I had to say and couldn’t think of anything further to add. You see, I’d said everything I could possibly say. I didn’t want to sound like a broken record. That was something I couldn’t put myself through again.

And so, I sat in silence and made it my own hell.