subconscious

NORMAL

A sentence.
It only starts with a sentence,
A word, a phrase, an accusation
Thrown forth like knifes to boards.
I pace.
Cleaning, moving, tensing,
I take apart my cells and join them in stress.
Worried I might shatter if I stand still.
Feeling.
My body numbs. My brain twists. My heart ruptures
Into the force of the nature it is
when I see sister not understanding why mummy cries
And daddy retreats, but she still tries to heal them
With a falling face.
Anger and protectiveness,
Distraught and the feel to shut up - to endure
Spar within as my limbs keep moving,
twitching, needing to create and destroy
I feel as if the house's once normal mess
Is a tell of the cracks in our family.
The sentence was drawn.
It's blade was sharp and steady.
I bit my tongue
And made a joke, to keep my sister smiling...
For a little longer.
Fast
As the seconds tick
The emotion rises angry and quick
Their hands are speaking, jumbled
My hands have fallen, sweaty and crumbled
The victims attack
The victims weep
Backs are turned 
There's stamping feet
The victims stay silent,
They dread.
They continue.
A peaceful house now lies dead.
Faults are thrown,
Insults are jabbed.
Triggers and reactions,
Out they are stabbed.
But now peace is destroyed,
And reckoning spent,
As one victims begins to count money for rent,
Knowledge is here, in this house, all around.
That between us,
All the victims,
There is one common ground.
That tonight,
As we lie in our beds, dragging at sleep
That we will slumber to the house's
Silent,
Angry
Sound.
And know it shall always keep.