house of rage and rancour | a poem

I’m tied to the knot of the deceased

tied to their truths that haven’t been released

tied around their stories stuck in their graves unvisited


I see that death puts life onstage

why is nobody looking

why do they live behind their closed eyes

and hum against the chorus


she insisted

leave children be

send them back to where they came from


what’s my origin, Mother

where did we start

where did you and I start

who sorted us out


who went too far

holding our hands


normality is a bed where crimes pretend to sleep

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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