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10:25 Aug 14 2011
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I blindfolded them,

stuffed cotton into their eardrums,

gagged them with foul-flavored cloth,

wrapped twine round their wrists,

but still they called to me.





I drew x's on their eyes,

disconnected their ear ossicles,

cut out their tongues,

handcuffed their wrists and ankles,

but still they called to me.





I stitched their eyelids closed,

smashed their hammers/anvils/stirrups,

forced opium-laced handkerchiefs between their jaws,

wrapped cords around their throats,

and still they called to me.





Secrets—



they aren't silent.



There



is no quiet, no peace,



are



too many unsaid words.



No



more is the closet door shut,



monsters



are slipping through the shadows.



Only,



I barricaded it with empty words, but the



skeletons—



still they call to me.