She Opened Her Mouth and the Roof Fell In
a poem
a poem
She opened her mouth and the roof fell in.
The walls collapsed around her
and the house she had built
with the sweat of her heart
crumbled to dust.
If only I’d kept my mouth closed,
she thought.
But then she saw angles of sunlight
slicing through the haze
a sky so blue it hurt to see
and she could hear birdsong
for the first time in years
So she swept some fragments to the side,
sat down in the midst of the rubble,
lifted her face to the heavens
And called it home