Longing For Silence

I can't recall ever longing for silence more than in this moment.

Hourglass

There's a faded line etween reality band time.

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.

My lids are heavy. My brain churns thoughts. I run for home, spooning with dog. Exhaustion. I am aggressive and stalwart.

Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.

Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.

Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions to include truth, even if it hurts you.

What does my face look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen blood red eyes.