Letter 11

She Screams It’s silent Was it important? No Except to rack her lungs Sleep well girl And your wild words will mean more in the morning In the morning you will look just as beautiful You know She has a habit of scratching at her newfound glory And her black curls She has a tendency of not believing her reflections Eyes Even when they blink before her Before her… There were folded hands And hushed mouths There were undiscovered truths and loves who Told lies Untouched lips and virginal thighs Before her… There were perfect sheets and No questions asked Straight A’s Innocent smiles given to anyone Who seemed worthy But she meant it