Fact Lost, Emotions Burst

 
We sat around a table square in shape and posture. It wasn't about exchange. It was about proof and facts. I screamed inside confined by walls unseen and demanded by power. It was too much. I silenced myself fearing voice would sway confidence.

They were looking for a victim. They were looking to shed blame onto someone else. My silence proved and opening. "Delay, delay, delay," they said.

I burst. I exploded. And with it screams of emotion spilled. Fact was lost.

I was furloughed the next day.

Crying under the Stairs

  
She could be found often under the stairs or in the tiny space behind the bathroom that wasn't finished, and often she was crying. I visited her there to calm her and reassure her that everything was going to be okay. And after she was comforted and returned upstairs, often I stayed behind and cried.