Breaking The Silence This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Dead silence.

No voices were audible;

Only the clangs of silverware,

The clattering of plates.



Breaking the silence,

Mom and Dad argued;

Their voices rising in volume.



My brother and I

Giving each other "rolling-eye" looks,

Bored with the same conversations.

Wishing the food would disappear

So we could leave.



But it went on.

So, we laughed a little,

Sneered a bit,

Hoping they'd notice

The stupidity of their disagreement.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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