|when did my kitchen become a warzone?|
Then. I knew I didn't want to breathe Then.
not when the Tension was so balanced
and ready to spill over anywhere.
I could see the patience slipping out of my sisters grasp.
oh how I wish it didn't.
I could see my mother seeing it too.
oh how she wished it did.
"Just a couple bucks."
she muttered bravely, or extremly idiotically.
and then Mom Blew.
right up to the sky, skimming red fingers across the moon.
her yells of Rage slammed from one wall to the next.
I wondered if the walls might fall down
but knew they wouldn't. That would be too easy.
I really stopped paying attention when she fell
to words like Crackhead, Slut, and Fuck You.
there was no stopping it Now.
My sister, of course, couldnt stop paying attention.
after all, the words were directed to her. It was when
she took a deep breath that I saw the Coke
running through her veins. and it was when she
Screamed Bitch that I saw it take her over.
for a moment. then mom screamed
"get the Fuck outta my house!"
again. but this time she left.
I Sighed and went to my room.
after closing my door I cried.
and heard the whispers of moms tears
hitting the floor with mine.
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