closed blinds // woosan

c.8

silence.

it's deafening, right? 

i remember the tense reaction as my father 

sits quietly against the door frame,

you tucked safely in my closet.

 "come down, dinner's ready,"

"no thanks, i already ate."

"another boy's dick? you're just like your mother-

a cheater that plays and only dates

your own gender."

i wince but i remember you and your song.