Just Quiet

Quiet. No talking, nor gestures; just quiet.

It is a silence that keeps waking me; no gunshots, no sirens, no blaring bass from an SUV; just a nauseating nothing.

This will change soon….it always does.

And, then what? A constant noise, never-ending, always a beat, a rhythm; forcing one to always be on the lookout as cops drive by and boys in skirts apply their trades.

Quiet. It is too quiet.
Don’t get used to it.

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