I like to listen to that pause.

Silence. I like to listen to that pause.
That silence like the surface of any placid river. Is the silence screaming out for its freedom? Is it the suppressed voice within that head or is it that thought that sets the heartbeat racing? Is this silence free enough to give that string of words its meaning?

The sharp remark
voices
accusing voices
protesting voices

the bullet fired
unseen, yet clearly heard

screaming voices

rebelling voices

red flags!

her unheard voice ..
her undying silence