|The Closet Witnessed Screams|
Mom leads my sister to her
Thinking it's the only place
I can't hear my sister's screams.
The sound of white knuckles
hitting fragile skin fills my ears.
The wall to the closet is the same wall
that contributes the fourth side
of my bedroom.
When the youngest of the two
children returns to her room,
Mom peeks into mine.
She always tells me how much
she loves me,
is proud of me,
wishes she stopped opening her legs
after I came into the world.
I smile to cover the fear of what I know
Every night, when Mom leaves my dark
haven, I go to the bathroom that
connects to my sister's and kiss her goodnight,
promise her that I love her, and that Mom does too.
Sitting at the computer,
with my cat laying on my lap,
the sound of white knuckles
on bruised skin fills my ears
Dad's home; drunk like every night before.
He lets frustration out in the
walk-in closet that he thinks no one will hear
my mother's screams.
When he's done, and leaves to
places unknown to my imagination.
I pretend to be my cat as I
step in the closet to kiss Mom goodnight.
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