the tension in the air is as thick
as cement. the looks they exchange
are as black and lifeless as the
asphalt that makes up the road.
i know mother that you are not
happy, but I don't want my second
father to walk out because now im
starting to not believe in love.
and dad, i know you are miserable
but so am i because the few words
we exchange are only simple "heys"
and "how was your day?". my
grandmother is suppose to be visiting
from europe, she's suppose to be visiting
family, only theres not family to visit
anymore. i am starting to turn into
cement because maybe if we turn to
stone, time will stop, and i will not
have to witness my family be torn
apart once again.
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Agoraphobia
Poetry"i hope to god that body is stronger than my mentality because if it isnt i am bound to collapse and break at any moment."
