She hears a sound in the darkest part of the house.
Her pulse quickens.
It is nothing, she tells herself-but is it really?
Why does she get up to inspect the possible intruder in the most cliche way?
She cautiously creeps towards the rustling sounds.
-And as expected; silence.
This word rustles the across the page.
The resting water by her feet xeroxing her ... more »
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Comments about Gabrielle Franchetti
He comes in that day and you feel your stomach ache.
You shudder and he shames and you wonder what you say.
You know you must say something, but the words do not come.
You been there before, and it's never undone.
You sit at the table with your feelings in tow
One glass of juice or a noodle does fall.
The yelling begins, and the tantrums our show
Words not from him are mentioned to solve
You can't say anything to make the hurt go away.
Silence does happen, but you don't want to stay.
Your hope is hurting, and he still isn't nice.
You wait for that ...