Never mind the tears that fall from eyes that know nothing but the tears and fears of the same nightmare occurring in their day dreams.
Or in their reality
I saw pain attached to screams that came out as whispers
With every deep breath accompanying the memory of when he kissed her
And when they dismissed her
Dirty and unworthy to embrace the comfort of truth.
Instead sheets stained
Stripped from the bed before anyone could air the dirty laundry
The walls start talking and denial meets its speech.
So through back doors and cracks filter up lies like flooded waters
No sand bags or "I'm mads" to beat the tide back
Secrets caress fingertips.
No scents of lavender or lilac
Stripped of her sense of royalty and dignity
Unwanted daughter
"Love" she said
"Evades me and all I have are the memories of my emotions being carved out of me.
Beaten out of me"
Stripped.
She screams for freedom.
When will truth arise?
For all she sees are lies...
Through back doors and cracked windows they appear.
Silencing the screams of need
Silencing the desire to cry or feel.
Without apology they disappear
And in their wake they leave memories, dried eyes and fear...
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