monsters in my mind: tender is the hunger

she bit her tongue to keep from screaming, but it wasn't enough. the truth spilled out anyway - red and raw, painting her mouth like a confession. once, they told her to be graceful, to swallow pain like wine. but one night, alone and staring into the dark green walls of her past, she tasted everything she'd been forced to hide. she didn't scream. she chewed. and the silence that followed was louder than any cry she could've made.