Alone in silence,
Alone and free,
Here she finds her solace.
The yelling beyond the door:
Not here,
Not yet,
Soon.
Someone will come for her.
Until then,
Here she finds her solace.
Among a spillover over cans,
Food that won’t fit,
Dog biscuits hiding,
The washing machine,
The dryer,
Wedged behind it.
Towers a noisy silence.
Here she finds her solace.
Contorted among the hoses,
The wires,
Her head lay where sounds drown.
Muted by moving gas.
The vibration.
Her ears washing over
Piercing,
Constant,
Cursing,
Penetrating,
Waterfall,
Anger.
Here she finds her solace.
The gas vibrates.
Contained chaos.
Welcoming,
Beckoning,
Comforting,
Painless,
Containment.
The violence breeds,
Just behind the door,
Unchecked,
Uncontrolled.
Here she finds her solace.
Her head drums the beat,
Her mind shakes free.
She drowns in safety.
Alone.
Quiet among noise,
Noise making quiet.
And right now
They don’t know,
That here she finds her solace.
She hears her name,
Winces from penitration.
Closes her eyes,
Willing darkness
To drown.
But she knows.
Here she loses her solace.
Gulping last breaths,
Footsteps near,
Voices nearer,
Louder then the contained silence.
The door opens,
And pulls her out,
From floating water,
To the air that drowns her.
From the darkness of comfort
Into the heavy light of pain.
Here she leaves her solace.
But…
It’s waiting.
Undisturbed,
Unbroken.
Roaring a welcoming.
Beckoning her back,
To come and sit.
Alone in silence.
Alone and free.
For there she finds her solace.
