My anger: his mouth.
His mouth: tombstone.
My tombstone: a grave I am trying to un-name.
My name: used noose.
Used noose: unsigned suicide note.
Suicide note: drunk prayer.
Drunk prayer is what happens when people stop listening to each other.
Listening: a rope.
That we might pull each other out from the grave.
The grave: too late.
The grave: don’t cry, mama.
We: grumpy children. We: tired parents.
We: stuck. We: teething.
Teething: the only way we learn to bite.
His mouth: my anger: teething.
95 The Paris-American
Amaris Diaz was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. She currently resides in San Marcos, Texas, where she is finishing up a B.A. in English from Texas State University this summer. She spends her free time reading, writing, and worrying that doing so is a waste of time. She hopes that graduate school will take her just far enough.
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