Discipline Your Daughters - Norma Jean

I can’t recall that last day of sun

Curtains closed and sitting with the lights out

An uncertain emptiness surrounds me

I’m numb and my judgments have switched to autopilot

Nothing left but echoes and thoughts of moving on

Don’t stay away but don’t stay here

Tell me all your secrets

I promise I’ll be listening, and if you ever come back home I’ll be waiting

patiently

Tell me nothing sacred.

I promise I won’t hear a word, and if you ever come

back home

I won’t act so patiently

Black feathers and an unannounced call

These things go hand in hand, like talking to you and the intake of glass

I hope this knife in my hand speaks for itself…

She’s not coming back