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May 2019
Before,
This was a home.
Now,
It is poison.

I want to breathe but
The air is toxic and
Your words- they are harsh-
Cut deep
and they hurt.

I want to sleep but
The monsters keep me awake.
They haunt
Only me.

I want to rest my
Weary, aching feet but
The chair, the sofa, the bed-
This house
is made
of Fire.

Before,
This was a home.
Now,
It is only poison
.
Before, this place was a home. Now, it is only poison and fire and pain and I just want to rest.

© KMH 2019
XPY
Written by
XPY  21/Adventuring
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