Behind the locked door she answers no more trapped between her silence and the safe house rules a desperate prison of refuge where no visitors are allowed.
Live in fear of creating trouble warned not to break the rules brother hides under the table sister walks and calls to the door their mother gives no response killed by the absence of hope.
Opiate toxicity the clinical report the final death blow is recorded medical records don’t include despair or the dread of four more years locked in a system of no housing autopsy omits the policies of greed.
Ciaran Burke
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Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!
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