And there she is
Tiny ears pressed up against the doorframe
Trying to make sense of the mumbles and whispers uttered from the other side
Wondering if her eager hands could defy the laws of physics
Transcend all types of matter
If by some scientific miracle
She could reach through the door as some omniscient third being
She doesn't even know what omniscient means
She doesn't know what matter even is
But if she could reach through the door
She knows what she would grasp for
The unspoken words found lodged inside their throats
Blocked arteries clogged with obscure emotions
Grasping at straws?
She's grasping nonetheless
For some indication of love
That maybe even her innocence
Her wonderings
Could keep her parents tethered
To this home
And to her forever.
YOU ARE READING
Fragmented
RandomA series of unfinished beginnings, endings, and sometimes their own words in between. This is a collection of storylines I ponder about, but I know I most likely do not have the agency to write each story its missing pieces.
