Please do not peer further past the plastered on smiles of our holiday card. Please do not listen through the walls as plates are smashed. Please pay no attention to the seventeen empty vodka bottles in the trash.
Yes, I know, dear neighbor, my family is loud and I am so sorry you sit by and watch as mother ushers her two toddlers into a small car and speeds off in the early morning mist.
Pray, child, he is asleep when you and brother return from school.
Yes, he's throwing things. Barbie's, use them as a distraction. Help brother with homework. Only worry if mommy screams.
I know your heart is pounding, dear child, but please be brave for brother and mommy. You are the backbone.
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A collection of poems
PoetryA collection of my poems for your enjoyment TW for some depressing things and swearing
