THE VOICES

she holds close

the pain

careful not to

break it

 

like a hunger

she feeds it

in morning

speaking to it

at night

 

grieving flows

within

watering the

splinters of

thoughts embedded

in memories

 

helping her is

not easy

when the voices

attack me

 

I know she’s

still alive

inside

when I hear her

crying


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