Cloudy whispers sank near the window asking for more. We held our mind under steam filled moments screaming. No more doors without locks. No more drawers to be pulled. The brushes and combs were dead while everything else looked on.
Cloudy whispers sank near the window asking for more. We held our mind under steam filled moments screaming. No more doors without locks. No more drawers to be pulled. The brushes and combs were dead while everything else looked on.
mtaggartwriter 
your words evoke unexpressed
pain, outrage, grief to bubble up
inspired by your courageous
intention to speak the
unspeakable, I see
a path opening
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