the trees have come to a hault from swaying in the wind.
it's 11:00 pm.
it sounds like thunder outside my door-
i am tired and frightened.
father tells mother, "i don't love you anymore",
"get out of my house, you're such a whore"
the words surprise me, do they know i'm awake?
they're yelling so loud, i'm beginning to shake.
what does one do to deserve this abuse?
he's sounding so evil, i don't even recognize him-
what did she do??????
she's trying to sleep- has work in the morning.
it's 12:00 am, she's pleading for mercy but he does not care;
he remains cursing.
i awake again, it's 2 am.
there's glass shattering and pictures being thrown, that is when i realize this was never our "home"
it's finally quiet, i'm falling asleep-
i can wait til morning, i don't wanna see.
- Author: kalanigarcia ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2019 16:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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