Quiet household
They do not hear
Loud whispers
Harsh reminders
They very much feel
I have 14 tiny moles did you know
I can count
I count when they fight
I count when my mother couldn't
count on my father
We don't talk when we fix
We huff when we move
We hiss when one makes a sound
I tie the broken nylon guitar string
Just for fun
Around my neck
It hurts a bit but
This kind of pain is not as bad as
The one I'm trying to rid myself of
My sister tries to listen to them
My brothers distract themselves
I write these things
I hear my father yell
THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN
We'll be alright.
The precise date and time was when this event happened.
My family isn't perfect. I could tell you that we're dysfunctional and at times, especially during my earlier childhood years, abusive.
But we're trying.