The monster that conquered my father
It comes when me and my brother are asleep
When the house is silent
When our dad comes home.

It attacks our mom while she lays asleep
It doesn’t care if she screams or not.
Heartless.
It keeps at her.

A battle—
The monster versus our mom.
But Mom never fights back.

The monster is strong.
It conquered our whole father.
We hear our mother’s pleas,
But they fall on deaf ears.
The monster only wants vengeance—
To win,
To conquer.

When it comes,
Our mother hides us away.
She’s scared it will come for us too.
She can’t win the battle,
But she still blocks the door
To keep us safe.

When the monster is gone,
Our father sits with us like nothing happened,
Helping our mom with her blue-black skin,
Whispering fake promises
That the monster won’t come back.

She sits there silently,
Wondering
When all this started.

One day,
She couldn’t handle the monster anymore.
She ran away.

The monster turned into a beast,
Hunted her down—
And it ended
In a ******-suicide.

To this day,
My brother and I
Are still scared
The monster might come

we saw the storm brewing
like watercolour dripping on a page
each section of the sky, a different shade of blue
like when the milk in a cup of coffee curdles
and splits in two.

i should throw it all away,
or wash it down the sink
but when the dust settles
i'll still have so much to say,
by then it'll be too late.

we saw the storm brewing,
but we stayed quiet in the stillness
like a train stuck in it's tracks
because although the end was near
the sun would sometimes shine
through the dark clouds
which plagued the air above us.

yes, we saw the storm brewing
but it did not prepare us
for when the storm finally came.