Love dressed us as kids She was warm In the kitchen she created a world of craft Sprawled out Her arms around us We knew we were loved
But when he came he Blew out candles like he had something to prove
One by one he put us in the dark Our mother’s light snuck under the doorway and crept around the occasional birthday message when she was allowed to
He undressed love with violence We shared a house No longer a home
- Ruby Winters









