Dear Singer of Screams,

January 11, 2018

Slide into your slippers

While your mixed emotions simmer,

Silence stirring up the source,

Screaming strictly for retort.

In a city house, sweet and close,

Phsycos screech through kitchen windows.

In a city house, close and sweet,

Silence never sanctioned me.

A searching soul apt to find a home of her own divine,

In a city house, sweet. I won't be to lower the heat which you feed.

In a city house, close. I won't give you the pride in defeat you enjoy the most.

Slide into your slippers when the silence makes you shiver.

Sincerely, Sister.

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