Cooking in silence
on the stove-top
of my tiny kitchen.
Mixing broccoli and leeks.
I can feel the heat
from her eyes
swollen with rage.
Ocularly assailing
My words have drowned
in an ocean of
youthful trauma.
Her heart lost in dissension
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
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