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Fri, 06/19/2015 - 20:32 -- k8carr

I can't reach her

The door is locked

My hand shakes.

 

A distinct lack of questions.

No hows or whys,

Just certainty

 

I can hear her

But she's busy.

She doesn't realize I'm scared.

 

An absence of reponse,

No "just a minute"-s

Just ignorance

 

I can't call out

A lump rises in my throat

I take out my retainers but the lisp persists

 

A lapse in logic

No explanation handy

Just odd vents

 

Yet they remain vivid.

 

 
 
 
 
 
This poem is about: 
My family

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