At home

I feel her fury pulsating through the whole house,

I hear her enraged screams bouncing off the walls,

I smell an overpowering burning scent,

I taste my salty tears running like a shower,

I see a reflection of a girl with black running down her face trying to still look like she's okay,

I feel my whole body tremble with fear,

I smell a sick powerful pride radiating from the monster,

I taste my dinner crawling back up my throat,

I hear voices in my head telling me to go, to run, to never look back,

I see myself trapped, locked in iron chains forever.

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