Dysfunction
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A knock on the door and I let you in
All that started it was a spark, there was oxygen of course
The fire started in the place that fires do
The fire place is where it started in the first place
You call yourself a family
but live so unhappily
mom smiles in people’s face but
when she’s home
puts people in their place
Dad stays quiet , don’t know what to say
depressed with the life he live
His fist hits me straight in my face
my missing teeth he cannot replace
The Thrill and enjoyment of beating his child
The look in his eyes animalistic and wild
I’ll never forget that horrifying day
when they said my brother had passed away
They said when it happened he felt no pain
“It” can be many things.
Together, “they” stitched the dreams,
And were all “him” in the fabrication of sleep.
“It” is also female.
Alone, “she” wears and tears the tapestry.
Dysfunctional Family
Let me introduce you to a family
They're one of a kind.
You learn to love and respect them once you get a look at their dysfunctional minds.
Let's meet dysfunctional dad.
Bloody carnations, stamped down flat into sizzling concrete;The smell of their demise is sickly sweet.It's caught in my lungs, filling them up as thoughAll the air I now breathe is just tar--
91 words that make you feel like a full and blooming flower.
Ethereal
Fresh
Dewy
Soft
Running out of words like
An Olympic track athlete running from the nightmares of a broken childhood.
All the lies they told me should send someone to PRISON/and yet it has on the account of no JUDGES decision
"How?", so often the question is asked/
Well, like this/
