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Moments.
Screams fueled you so I learned to whisper;
secrets lining the bottom of my mattress.
Skinny spaces where only myself and my
dreams could fit. Crashing through the
door drunk on rage; you never thought
to look in the places where you couldn’t
get into yourself. 5 seconds…run!
My fingers tips learned how to press
out window screens quicker than
they could open soda cans.
Hide in the trees; deep breathing.
Prayers dancing on my tongue,
tears begging to fall.
They never talk about the
childhood moments that
could ruin you.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than a Flower