TW; Starvation
He yelled at me.
Perhaps he didn't.
But at the least,
He scared me.
I don't want to eat
Anymore.
Not in this house.
Not anywhere.
But he constantly pesters me,
About the lunch I haven't eaten at school.
Maybe no food
At all
Will suffice.
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