Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty-one
Summer 2016
Laura Cesarco Eglin

The fire drill would go off
every day at 7pm and at 4
Amber heard the sound of
the sun. The sound that was
left behind when they moved
and the sun became mute.

At 7pm Amber no longer
played and silence
was the only possibility at
the saddest hour of the day.
It held Amber’s first

The first game of hide-and-seek
gone wrong. She held her breath
until she exhaled 8pm. Amber
started practicing silence. Stillness
soon followed. A way to see
what had happened, a way to
what would happen. Amber at 4.

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