Silent tension fills the air as thoughts are screamed through hearts.
The words stalk my nightmares creating perfect horrors of imperfection.
The silence wakes me with earsplitting screams of catastrophe.
The monotony of our clashes is quickly becoming out-dated.
Arguments become screeches into the dust of what we left in history.
Time elapsed has turned our connection into delicate, skeletal thread.
The future will tell if our relationship will shatter like a fractured bone.
Fractured bones can be mended.
But can fractured ties to loved ones?
