being an adult at 12 is your duty.
he is asleep,
or he is angry,
and it's your job
as the oldest
the smartest
to take care of the kids.
protect them with every inch of your soul,
from his harsh words and the crippling pressure and his booming voice and the crack of the belt
but you did not bring them into this world,
you did not sign up to be an adult.
you are allowed to be a child
this is not your responsibility
so why did you both tell me otherwise?
I am the big sister, after all.
YOU ARE READING
efflorescence
Poetry- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
