muffled damage

people think it’s all violent

screams echoing through hallways, 
bouncing off blacked walls
or ringing out in the staircase that leads down 
to the parkade.

it’s quieter than that.

cries are only internal 
words hurt as deeply as the 
tears that itch over
irritated skin during a cup of morning coffee
at the kitchen table, 
before yet another layer
get plastered on
with the day’s makeup.

everything is normal
until it’s not.

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