Silence fell like a silk sheet enclosing the whole house.
The noise of the back door being slammed resonated still.
Pain,anger and rage screaming for the attention of little mouse.
The argument over the protagonists gone but a taste was left as bitter as any pill.
Who’s fault was this, you need to be wise to see
The addict was lacking some papers. Mr Mouse enraged
not understanding why his requests were not met.
and little mouse could no longer plea.
The addict rang and shouted a lot, Mr Mouse did too little mouse in the centre was fazed.
The point arrived when it became little mouse’s fault
and shouts came directly and viciously clear her way.
She rang the addict and told him calmly his visits must be brought to a halt .
He was the cause of all this trouble, the hardest thing she had ever to say.
So now in the silence that feels like red silk but cuts like a knife
Little mouse sits and thinks back on the long years of her life.
