poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

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Random Poem:

The Closet Witnessed Screams
Cherish

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