First CommunionThis taboo might as well be warfare.For only ten cents, shells can be purchasedfrom the unwitting cause of struggle;curses fired, automatic defenceacross the kitchen table.Grenades such as "it never did me any harm" may weaken our defences;It's a different time now.More cruel than the shots taken,the unspoken words lying like landminesbeneath us.Privacy and locked doorsare two very different things,and in our trenched bedsshiver to hear an accusation of the mind: "you're one to talk about religion, you-"
ContentmentNight predicts my escape.Day knows otherwise.This:telephone, camera, boyfriend, grade, magnolia backdrops (through which there is no need to tear and on which the dancing shadows of our accomplishments appear larger than life)Surely the dry mouth will be moistened.Pens can be replaced when ink runs dry.Colours can be invented, when not inspired, to paint the backdrops.Small smiles, sighs and shrugs.Small passions.The phone relays a death knell - the silence is suffocating. Madness lies in its own cure: a dark room, a drumbeat, and an inaudible unceasing scream.
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