A petrified child whispers signs,
through news bulletin headlines,
“Stay where you are”.
With a severe thunderstorm,
an earthquake landslide,
And a faeces coated coastline.
Mountain hugged nursing place,
still holds strong and stable.
While whispers grow stronger,
ghosts of memories drive deep,
standing dead alongside the crib,
sanity seeps from my pricked ear.
Scalpel removes the tumour,
brutally left bloody in a bare room,
continuing to rot and whimper.
Distressed door closes firmly,
the swift silence soothes self,
to relish in revolt of all false signs.
-Written by Naomi V (3/01/17)