All noise until it isn’t

Four walls All throat No air Just noise Four walls All teeth They chew the hours Down to gristle Her laughter bleeds Through plaster A pulse I can’t mute A life too loud for mine I ask again Too careful She smirks "Therapy speak" As if calm is a crime The house listens Pretending not to Dad snores through Another small war I keep my breath folded And the list short Bag Keys Name I’ll leave them The noise they made And take the silence with me

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