Charades

Quiet screaming mime mutilation gestures
eyes not streaming,
but releasing single droplet of inner hell,
trickling so agonizingly slow
down the cheek,
acid to lover's eyes.

It is hush
of torturous shout,
possessing a banshee wail with razor edge,
self portrait
of defiled innocence

Wake of guilt's hell
living in charade's silence,
death of trust
the defiling moan never muttered.