What Safety

All that was unspoken

haunts

me

now

 

And it haunted me then, too

my

hell

my

home

 

What was safety

the curl of a serpent’s tongue

the Madonna’s mouth taped shut,

her hands unwilling,

her distant gaze

 

What safety, hell?

 

Annie

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