Strident Stillness

Calm, cool, vengeful eyes
Like knives of ice
Serene glare, breathing steady
Restless and waiting, holding high the card of guilt

She says nothing, she simply stares
Every twitch of her beady eyes is like another stone,
Pelted strong, hitting hard
I weep, I bleed

I can hear her gaze like a scream
In a quiet room
In the sweet calm I can see her on her feet,
Shouting, sobbing, cursing, accusing

She covers everything in one soundless stare