Sep 17
I cried
yesterday
and what little
was buried inside
got out—
spilled all over
the floor,
flooding the walls,
the windows,
and the doors,
dripping from tables,
chairs,
and pillows
at my feet.
And how I stood
there in silence,
hearing the clock
tick and talk,
waiting for
someone—
anyone—
to come and
save me.
It's only been
thirty years.
