Some houses don't break.
They keep their secrets and teach you how to keep yours.
I used to think pain was loud.
But the worst kind is quiet.
It sits beside you.
It smiles at dinner.
It follows you into a white room that promises healing.
They said I was unstable.
They said I needed help
When my sister chose fall,
Everyone waited for me to collapse too
I didn't.
I had already learnt how to feel nothing.