The parents row again, but
You just sit in a corner like
The good little girl you are,
Watching shadows cast by
The sun flow through the
Kitchen window. Your dolls
And toys are in the other
Room where the row is;
So you just sit and listen
To birds sing from outside
The house, like the patient
Little girl you’ve become,
Playing with dark dancing
Shadows in the cold hall.
The words of rows seem
Harsh and loud and vibrate
The walls causing your ears
To ache and invisible friends
To depart. The words are
Unknown to you: the ****
Yous and cruel ***** fill
The air; the loud blows will
Come next and Mother will
Cry and the rows will stop
And the there theres and oh
I’m sorrys will flow along
The walls where you sit and
Watch the shadows on the
Cold linoleum floor play
As you and they have before'.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
The parents row again, but
You just sit in a corner like
The good little girl you are,
Watching shadows cast by
The sun flow through the
Kitchen window. Your dolls
And toys are in the other
Room where the row is;
So you just sit and listen
To birds sing from outside
The house, like the patient
Little girl you’ve become,
Playing with dark dancing
Shadows in the cold hall.
The words of rows seem
Harsh and loud and vibrate
The walls causing your ears
To ache and invisible friends
To depart. The words are
Unknown to you: the ****
Yous and cruel ***** fill
The air; the loud blows will
Come next and Mother will
Cry and the rows will stop
And the there theres and oh
I’m sorrys will flow along
The walls where you sit and
Watch the shadows on the
Cold linoleum floor play
As you and they have before'.
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