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If these walls could talk,
they’d scream.
They’d scream out to the shell
Of the girl
Who lived inside of them,
And hold her when she
Leaned against them and cried.
Cracks appear on the ceiling
Like the wrinkles of a worried mother
And they moan and creak as if to say
“You’re not alone.”
If these walls could talk,
They’d yell
At the boy who took advantage
Of the girl,
Who crawled inside her empty body
Because he had nowhere else to go,
Two lost souls trying to find a home
In the other’s empty spaces,
But their bodies remained cold,
Even as they were pressed up against each other
In an attempt to stop feeling so alone.
If these walls were alive,
They’d hold
The girl when no one else was there
To hold her.
They’d pick her up when she couldn’t stand
On her own.
They’d take away the razors
And the knives
And the liquor
And the pills
And the pain -
If these walls could talk, maybe she’d be here to tell them her name.
Published by Jasmine Uitto
6 years ago 
