The Bleached Walls

If They Could Talk

A Powers
The bleached walls stare blandly at me.
I wonder how many times
the blood and sweat and screams have been muted
by another coat of innocent pretense.
Their tongues are sewn so tightly that they will
never tell their softened Hellfire tales.
But these are not deaf.
They absorb it all and cork it soundly
and endure it with the ages. While generations
accept and rebel and apologize and disappear,
these sagging historians sob silently with white curtains closed.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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