My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
It's the turning of a key in a lock already broken The shattering of windows blown out glass Family photographs and baby dolls Blood seeps between the cracks of linoleum floors Layers of life like the traditional honey cakeReminders of how fragile independence can beLingering to the east a sentiment to destroy Off in the distance …
Slightest turn of the other cheekone side acknowledges the otherin the midst of tragedyAnd as we parade into a house of worshipwearing our Sunday best,sirens blare in the distanceA police presence is feltand it is comforting at timesDifferent from the tender touchof a lovers hand leading the wayto a safer place of ease,a safer place …
Trilby Yates 