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Criminal Curtal


These anguished decades are a symphony
  That plays in scratchy tones without an end.
  Yet no one hears the tune, and who should care?
  The old crime ever locked inside of me
  In frozen silence where the screams I tend
  Have faded into echoes I can bear.

I rake dust from your name. I leave a stone.
  I say a prayer. I let my fingers trace
  The map from then to now. I swallow tears
  And tears and tell myself I’m not alone.
  I know I’ll never see your killer’s face
  I hate the anger that no longer sears
               My heart.  

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