Friday, August 1, 2014

Dinner Burns


Dinner burns
stand over the flame
singe my hair
feel nothing
already gone.
Tick tock
washed your socks
scrubbed the tub
cooked your food
am I free to leave
free to think
to grow?
You would know
pull the strings
as I scream
all these things
and so much more
silently.

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