Nails piercing my brainGlass shattering around meMetal crunching, smashing togetherCrying all around meScreeching, ScreamingHowling, Wailing, WeepingIt seems like a hundred years have passedJust when you are about to blow a gasketThe baby falls asleepWe shut off the phoneTake off our shoesWe talk in sign language

Dorchester, Massachusetts