World War You
Home symbolizes war;
The tearing apart of sanctum-
Retreating to bedrooms, to kitchens, to couches.
Little ears pressed to doors-
“Mommy, what’s a bitch?”
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Drunken fathers, weeping mothers,
Trenches dug in living rooms
Grenades full of words-
“Good for nothing, worthless, helpless, hopeless”
Cannons shooting hate, anger, torture.
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Biochemical warfare in the bedroom,
Toxic gas and “I-love-yous”
Leave you wondering if it’s really your fault
Hiding bruises behind tanks fashioned of makeup,
Masking the pain of “I’m sorry.”
~introvertedplaguedoctor










