Life Poem

By | 1 April 2019

You are paralysed in the living room of your neighbour
begging the walls of the room to consume you.
Everything in this house smells like desperation.
The dust that gather under the window
disappear at night like scattered children
fading into the distance as they go home.

Sahal walks into the room slightly destroyed by the rain.
And you listen quietly to the strange way sorrow laughs
when his mother answers the home phone:
I died the night his father opened my body, thrusting his hammer back and fourth until
my insides were filled with his ruins.

She slams the phone on the ground and yells
We’ve all had thoughts of killing our children.

You shiver and Sahal says:
Let her be, she is human.

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