Home

Home

Bleak, dark, starry night…

In my room.

Afraid of                     BANGs,             tremors from within

the walls.

 

Words that pierce like sharp razor scissor sheers.

Wounds that never heal.

Vulgar man.

Worthless woman.

Bastard children.      

You are nothing to me…

 

Leave               and                                     Go.

Bounce, scramble around this lovely circle of what we call                     Family.

Seemingly kind and considerate …

yet hateful with greed and jealousy.

 

Home?

Where the wind blows through the fence, rusty and            sharp.

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