Poem #360

brown-haired girl
comes home
to a house she sits
she sees
the familiar red dots
she is watched
the cat meows for food
she obliges
the evening passes slowly
little house noises
keep her company
she lies in bed
she cannot sleep
a light in the yard
she stays still
the feeling of hands
on her shoulders
on her legs
she cannot move
on her throat
she cannot breathe
the house remains
she is not there

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