“People eyed one another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.”
“The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.”
“To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.”
“I got a huge knot in my stomach because if Antarctica could talk, it would be saying only one thing: you don't belong here.”
“Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.”
“I take a deep breath. It smells suspiciously like bullshit in here.”