There are some things you don’t see.
A childish giggle resounds in the empty hallway.
Chiming – the little bell of a baby’s rattle
As she beats it on the table- bang bang bang.
Shooting pain in my head. Bullets insisting.
I can only laugh.
A heaving chest, spasming in convulsions.
Gagging on the clammy surroundings – cough, splutter, choke
Through the tears. A room of spiritless distress.
Tortured: a slave of bitter, convoluted agony.
I may only laugh.
A silent cry: yelling, shrieking, whining
For someone to save her, save her from this void.
Such oblivion scorches and slashes so terribly.
Grinding my bones and defiling untainted blood.
I shall only laugh.
Frozen, bloodshot whites of eyes left to cool:
Colour receding quickly. Tick tock, tick tock.
Cowering while she calms, can’t wait long.
Soon a forced emergence- pretend; hide; surpress.
I will only laugh.
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