Thin as Sticks

C. Adam Stallard
2 min readMar 26, 2019

You hurt my innocence. Your big voice bearing down.

I was as thin as sticks. I was scaffolding quavering under your blows.

When I dreamt of faces in the walls and scared myself,

you were in the grain of the wood,

in the cracks of the house you owned. In the things I broke.