We sit across from one another in our weekly meeting, thoughts full of wrath. Our anger has slowly dissolved our confusion. They sit there, disingenuously smiling at us with pity and obligation. There is selfishness penetrating our silence; I’m talking silence in the truest essence of the word. Through their privileged, blinding smiles, I can feel the annoyance of our presence, the fear of the fire they know burns within our weary souls. We both sit here stoically silent, us feeling the pain of centuries upon centuries, and them being slowly haunted by the tribulation we have yet to unleash.
Written by Tamica Nicole © 2016