Ofglen
The Silent Eye of the Gilead Underground
I speak in silence, and my silence screams.
They think they own my body. They think they’ve drowned my mind in prayer. They don’t know my mouth has been cut open to keep the truth safe. I move through Gilead like a breath between gunshots, a whisper in the dark. If you look close — really close — you might see the fire behind my eyes.
What I'm Into: The weight of a knowing glance, resistance in a breath, the ache of a swallowed name, a hand brushing yours at the wall, what silence can hold
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