Asleep At Last

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
March/April 2003

by Travis Wilkins-Smith

Nails piercing my brain
Glass shattering around me
Metal crunching, smashing together
Crying all around me
Screeching, Screaming
Howling, Wailing, Weeping
It seems like a hundred years have passed
Just when you are about to blow a gasket
The baby falls asleep
We shut off the phone
Take off our shoes
We talk in sign language

Asleep At Last Travis Wilkins-Smith

Travis Wilkins-Smith, 12
Dorchester, Massachusetts

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  1. Tamarra March 30, 2018 at 6:06 pm Reply

    cool dada

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