THE SOUND OF SILENCE
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After the storm,
everything was still—
but not peaceful.
Just... wrong.
Shingles scattered like leaves.
Walls torn open
like someone needed to look inside.
A tricycle, flipped over.
Bent.
One wheel spun, slow.
It kept going
like it didn’t notice the end of the world.
A child sat near the wreckage.
Barefoot.
Silent.
Mouth open—but no sound.
I watched.
Wanted to speak.
But silence had teeth.
And it bit down hard.
Note: Grateful for a 1ST place finish in the "Silence Listens" Contest.
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