You must be feeling weary,
fearing at your own home
or is it still home—
when you fear being at home?
The mother's face,
her cheekbones swell—
horrified,
her eye bags dwell,
fear grippling.
Because of the father's tell,
that is full of swear
and a groundbreaking bell;
a raging voice that will shake
every blooded heart
that only wants to loosen.
The grabbing bin,
that beats the head to where it is headed
and crawls into the skin,
inflicting wounds in the wounded.
Is fear the correct way to discipline your children?
The house is full of terror.
Somehow,
she is scared of the thought of her sisters being like them—
because she?
She will never be like them.
We are doomed,
they are doomed . . .
because the house is already doomed.
She writes as she cries,
"I want a safe house for my younger sister,
I do not want her to be like them
and to not experience the pain that her older sisters had;
I want a safe house for her—
that one she can consider home.
"I promise,
I will try my best not to harm anyone
especially my own children.
I promise,
I will never be like them.
"I do not imagine myself having offspring—
but if I would,
it is because I would want to bore a child
from the man I love.
But if I would,
it is because I would want to give the man I love
a child.
But if I would,
it would be because surely,
it was made from love.
"And our home would be full of brighter love,
it would be soft.
I promise,
it will never be like this."
