Sta.sh
What remains unsaid is haunting. You are repulsed by your train of thought,
yet realize that the truth may be worse than your strangled imagination.
reactions telling
the unspoken - ominous
...they have been touched
tears flowing
face contorted, body tensed...
i'm startled by his silence
The playground's edge;
sun-dress and sunshine
playfully splayed.
Childhood fading, she
caresses her baby bump.
begging bus fare -
clutching at hems
somber faces
Their marriage confounds;
her best friend,
his lover.
The CLACK gives a reprieve
...old ammunition
diaper sores
no comfort found
in sour milk
Six, no words still -
plucked hair and suckled thumb.
She grafts him in, our new family member
...one day he's gone.
derelict sedan
a parking lot eyesore
sleeps six
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Stanza 2: Here I picture a young boy silently crying while a male figure in his life looks on with disdain or with no care at all. I could be wrong but that is how I see it.
Stanza 3: Again I picture the little boy whose mother is trying, but she is more worried about what is to come than what is already there in front of her.
Stanza 4 - 8: I see the little boy grown, almost, and experiencing life for himself and realizing that it is not all flowers and sunshine and that sometimes life really does just suck, but we get through it in the end even if we only have ourselves.
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