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Not in front of the kids. (Free verse) by darby pyn
Sweating under her flashlight eyes. in suspicion,
stuck in a stare. interrogation by breakfast
light who, what, and where. competing for the last
word the best excuse. serving a volley of condemnation
with no pause. slurring excited animation contorted
expression. tones raised. spite and memories equipped
like armor. exchanging past indiscretions. breaking
glass, breaking doors, breaking vows. louder and louder
the decibels pierce. stabbing criticism uproot insecurity
and weaken defenses. louder still the voices mesh
as one. losing verse becoming form. shades of black
and red swell in the space between murder and restraint.
the walls cave in the world looks in. louder and louder
and louder.
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