We do not speak anymore,
for fear,
that when we do, it will all escape that we know nothing about coping
with this,
this,
this being that clings to us for life.
I do not sleep anymore,
or leave the house,
except for once a week,
when I flee my happy home,
and,
my Bundle of Joy.
And I will endure?
Because,
because now,
they have taken everything
and they are all I have left.
