The-Family-Seismologist

by Sahara

Seismic-Waves

“I can read you,” he boasts aloud.
So, I tear-open my chest,
pulling-out,
the seismogram of my beating heart!
“Here,”
I tell him quietly: “…Read me then, and read me well.”

“You Lie,” he attacks!
Grasping onto the torn-out records,
documenting,
the seismic-waves of my life,
I defend: “My Truth!”

See, you raised me well,
to live day-to-day by The Richter Scale!
I have ownership over my-every-disaster:
from my-every-heart-ache to my-every-earth-quake,
from all-my-tsunamis to all-my-after-shocks.
I learned quickly,
Daddy…
how to s-h-a-t-t-e-r,
and how to shatter so well in your name!

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