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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  • Aiyanna on Oct 24, 2010

    What you need to do is relax…
    May be just may be the person who is asking you to save her is your intrpretation of them telling you save yourself by relaxing… But the message isn’t direct…
    Take care, don’t burn out…

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