Sparks that fly through pillows

March 2, 2010
they scream like i cant here them,
even if theyre right downstairs
like purple pillows and stuffed dogs block out all the sounds they make
my soundless sob consumes me,
breath sniff cough sniff sob again
is what i do for hours.
untill the fire downstairs simmers and the last sparks fly, with the slam of my front door.
and my mother completly exhausted, crumbles under her own wait falling falling untill like me she was in the same pattern..... breathe sniff cough sniff sob,again and again





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shes_a_tee_ex_babeh_899 said...
May 31, 2010 at 11:10 am
oh, this poem was really good tho.
 
Milo! said...
Mar. 11, 2010 at 3:40 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
gennygirl replied...
Mar. 12, 2010 at 4:48 pm
thank you, i did check out your poetry i especially beauty is he and those days all over. i hope you keep writing too
 
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