eyelids conceal the scene

while the sirens create the pulse of the streets.

She peeks through the blinds-

a world embellished in riches and greed.

I was conceived-

Two Seeds not a peep.

 

Bills flood the secondhand drawers-

dark circles grow under Daddy’s eyes,

while harassment forms slashes on his back and thighs.

 

He lies: “I shall be ok, I-”

 

To quit is not an option.

He throws words of flaming fire-

to melt dreams and desires.

Hate grows- gleaming in Their eyes.

They try to fumble the plot of the Old Man’s words.

 

Bleeding ear drums, eyes glistening

The pill dissolves on the naïve tongue-They are not listening

Pupils dancing-

taunting the thirsting mouth that reels in buried anxiety.

Slithers through the products of society:

 

I, She, me-

Girl, Daughter, Woman: Confusion.

Son, Brother, Father, He: disillusions-

seep into pores. 

 

The plot plummets.

Iris reset.

tip toe to the door.

old man sleeping.

I hope

He never knows about the secrets I’ve been keeping.