Hitting A Hollow

The silent scream carries
Heard by you
And you
And you

Not them

The punches and the kicks
Tread water, find air, hit a hollow
Stranger Danger mockery
A known foe

Don’t think I didn’t warn you
Precocious madam
Older than your years
Provoking with your nightie
Your dolls
Your face
Those eyes
Knowing

I’ll hold you
I’ll love you
I’ll believe you
I believe you

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