In the shower, she weeps.

As the water turns cold and slows
like blood, to a trickle, she clamps
hand over lips to muffle sobs.

The bathroom wall borders
the kitchen. At a thin distance, her
mother hums at the sink they share.

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2 Responses to word-poem://hostage

  1. mark says:

    I see, hear and feel this, thank you.

  2. mir says:

    heartbreaking image.

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