Esme Writes.

IT was never intentional
WE spoke these words so graciously
AND carefully
BEFORE, weaving our way so adeptly
THROUGH mazes OR tightrope
spiderwebs OR the sidewalks
WHERE we threatened the livelyhood
OF our mothers,
THAT it bottled up.
IT bred inside, somewhere behind closed doors.

AND THEN……
WELL, you know.