Every night

before she falls asleep

In those early hours

She is thinking too hard

About

Those bodies

She saw

Bloody

Stacked

Surrounding her

About the fallen towers

The screams

The silences

Oh

The silences are the worst

She always breaks them

Whether she screams

Or she cries

Whispers

Finds

Finds that silences hang

Between each word

Each breath

Each thought

She hides herself

Is someone she's not

She doesn't love anymore

For love

Is nothing

But-

Love is just

Hate with a mask on.