Burned and banned

words are tools to paint the heart;
screams swallow the mind

Peering through
the crack in the door and the hole in the wall,
pacing the smoke-filled room,
tripping over clawing hands,
fearing…

the words found
bound in your grave
a herectic they shouted -loud!

Jumping in glee
the monsters choke -life
a turn about,
the mirror speaks
the voices ever nearer,
as noticeable today
as yesterday,
to find your self alone.

Poetry

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