Saturday, January 5, 2008


He came into the kitchen.
He sensed something was wrong.
But the things stood silent in their corners,
Exactly where they belong.
He turned around the corner,
And saw her on the floor
Crouching beneath the wooden shelf,
Hiding behind the door.
In the little light that crept in
He saw her face was wild
The look that she’s been wearing Since they lost their unborn child

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