ways of living I

Written by: andrew delapruch

curled up in a ball
saying it didn’t happen
speaking in quiet tones
to oneself &
wishing that it will all 
go away---
night turns to day &
back to night again,
where those one might 
confide in otherwise,
just don’t live up to the
shoulder that they’re supposed
to be---
left on one’s own, one forms
a blockade & works on
burying the memory so as to
forget it ever happened,
so as to make like one’s always
been like one’s always been---
safe & sound
& never ****ed with.