Anyone - The Joys of Parenthood

White bright silence

BOOMS inside BANGING.

Dark screams.

 

Is this the calm they talk about?

This hole in the world

is killing me.

 

Sew my lips together.

Fetch the needle, I’ll sing

songs I learned in another life.

 

I dream of damage

and jagged edges tearing

explanations out of reach.

 

If I close my eyes

will it still happen?

Blind me.

 

Screams dark

BANGING inside BOOMS.

Silence bright white.

 

The End

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