Fiction
Through The Walls
Sometimes she can hear her sister crying through walls She doesn’t know why she’s crying She doesn’t know why she’s so loud. It’s 3 am. When morning comes, they do not confront; Too afraid to know if she hears her Too afraid to let her know that she does. They let it go, Unspoken. The […]
Sometimes she can hear her sister crying through walls
She doesn’t know why she’s crying
She doesn’t know why she’s so loud.
It’s 3 am.
When morning comes, they do not confront;
Too afraid to know if she hears her
Too afraid to let her know that she does.
They let it go,
Unspoken.
The walls will keep the secret
The walls never tell.