Sat 24 Dec, 2016 21:18:58 EAT
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#family #violence #hopelessness
I press hard against the bedroom door,
Careful not to arouse any suspicion,
My heart beat is far from normal,
And clothes drenched with sweat.
My ear only catches small grunts
Maybe whispers, but loud enough
Loud enough for my little heart,
That breaks every time I see mother.
I know my mother is in there,
With a beast for a husband,
Yes, my mother married a beast
That drinks from her cup of tears,
Whose body glows with my mother's sweat,
That walks with a lion's gait.
He predates on mother,
Any time, anywhere.
But mother won't give herself to me,
Constantly drying tears in my presence,
Yet every time I ask
She says she's allergic to dust.
"Mama, there ain't dust at night,"
I want to say it loud,
But I stuff it down my throat.
Mama won't let me speak,
Mama won't let me.
But tonight's a different night.
Mama ain't wailing as usual,
I can't see her
The door won't let me in.
I hear thumps and thuds inside
Then a huge crash against the door,
And everything goes dead silent.
I feel a cold fluid at my feet
I don't bother to look,
I already know what it is
I don't cry, I don't smile,
I walk away into the darkness.
Mama please.
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