Shh…
It isn’t safe to talk here
The walls have ears
But not a heart
They’ll hear you and turn
And tear you apart
Shh…
Put them in vases
Hide their faces
Underneath and in between
Dress them in layers
Safest yet is still unseen.
Shh…
The constant dripping shocks
A solid system, eroding rock
In volatile, violent increments
Of dull constancy
Surgery under fluid instruments
Shh…
Rearrange my little stones
Until the rain finds me alone
Carrying me downstream
With mad intentions
I do not flinch. I cannot scream.
Shh…
Lullabies echo from the belly of the beast,
It beckons the cradle come to the feast
I have stared it down before
Hallways like extended arms
Fingers flexing like flapping doors
Shh…
Who will pay the man what’s due?
Who can afford the bills accrued
Under all the stories told
Under these riddles hiding
In corners dark and cold
And seething
Shh…
They’ll hear you.
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