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.
