she swallowed silence as a child --
fed it, daily, as a rule --
this was all she ever knew:
friends, and family, and school.
hers, a place to watch and serve;
hers, a role to be the dream
until the swallowed silence built
into a long, unbroken
scream
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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