They tripped over one another – a cascade of nothingness that weighed heavily on the very tip of her tongue, edging dangerously along the ledge of speaking the truth or bearing the regret of silence. A sway ensued, a dance to the dizziness of delirious thoughts that tickled every membrane within her brain; a collection that would take a thousand years of soul sweeping to shift.
The hollowness of the gap between her rosy lips shrivelled to a close. With the shake of her head it was the path of silence that she ultimately chose. A burden of a lifetime, yet the saviour from butchery, preventing her from cutting him any deeper than she already had.
© LaYinka Sanni, December 2011