Cracks in the Silence

We sit like statues dressed in skin

No questions asked, no way to win

But silence splinters when we stare

And speak the truths we shouldn't dare

What are you hiding?

Nothing... nothing at all

Then why are your hands clenched?

Because I remember how they fall

Cracks in the silence, splinters of breath

We measure each other in inches of death

No one confesses, but no one lies

We bleed through glances and quiet sighs

A twitch, a shift, a careful grin

A name like bait to reel me in

Your smile's a thread with razored ends

You pull, and I unravel again

I thought I'd be punished.

You are

But where is the pain?

It's sitting right across from you

Cracks in the silence echo through skin

We press our faces against what's within

No guards, no chains, no burning books

Just trembling hands when no one looks

I can hear your thoughts

That's surveillance

Your mind is deafening

Now we both know