Telling


As kids
We got stories
Flung at us at night.

Crepuscular voices
Implying our shadows.

Fictions were just that.

Now
I throw my own tales:
The real childhood fictions,
Where silences maliced the air.
Unacknowledged truths which guzzled away
At the raw remnants of folk’s hearts,
And were so powerful
That only a child could tell.

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