Every room is poorly lit,
but for a kitchen where no one sits
or dare ask about the day.
There are seats that hurt your back but keep it straight,
skin that crawls and makes you hate
every bone it covers up.
Every time you're out you think, "Better now, better now."
And every silence breaks to become a sound
you wish you never knew.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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