02/26/2017
She tasted laughter the way she watched her mother eat her anger and her father choke his sadness with his bare hands.
Her eyes digested books as her stomach painted pictures of food she would never eat.
Her ears failed to see the sharpness in his voice and the malice in his unsaid words.
Her fingers heard the tragedy in her own skin as she put her hand over her heart.
Her nose felt the smell of betrayal as she was buried alive.
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