A sound haunts these streets.
It echoes, it thrums.
The screams of a people
who were told to keep mum.
For years they've endured
every action, every word.
But the voices within...
hindsight
i lost it on a tuesday night.
it, i thought, being my hair tie
or one of the dozens of lip balms I misplace everyday.
it could have been the jokes you sometimes...
