noise as a memory
from across the landing,
the adults hullabaloo's
came in loud,competing,spat-out paragraphs
not in their usual golden sentences,now worn thin and curse fashioned
a soulless,sourness,needing to have been swallowed
by their snarling,growling,hissing mouths,
there and then,instead of instigating enough collateral
to last the whole family a lifetime
and of which,I was the epicentre
profanely weaned off the honey,that dripped so comfortably, long ago,
from Mothers tongue
beside being armour stripped,of Dad's defensive advice,
now deemed less than superficial.
Two,self destructive reputations,became nothing,
but a heap of throwaway's
of which,I was one.
A victim,of simmering human flaws
to be inherited,by my blood,my bones.