You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…