transparent people

of broken hearts and superglue

I'll always remember the night you pushed my mother into the wall,
leaving a dent that would never be fixed.
you were screaming and fighting at each other;
I was hiding in my room, hoping you didn't know I was awake.
I was crying and you were fighting
leaving me to clean up the mess of your broken hearts,
scattered across the floor of the kitchen and bedroom.
fetch the superglue, oh little Lolita, father has lost his mind again.
we'll glue your hearts back together and place them on your pillow
just so you can throw them back at each other the next night,
and leave me to clean up the mess yet again.