Saturday, March 17, 2012


The woman’s laugh
reverberates in the small space.
The space is too small,
too small for her
loud fake laugh.
The laugh that never reaches her eyes.
The laugh that dampens the mood of her visitors.
They shrink smaller and smaller.
The plastic chairs do not offer cover,
No protection from this woman
and her laugh.
This woman they used to know.
The woman who laughs to hide the pain.
The woman who won’t tell them what they already know.
The woman who is killing herself
But hides it with a laugh.