“Abuse”

It all makes sense now

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I used to write
Poems about domestic abuse
In middle school
The topic kept coming back to me
I could feel it
With such intensity
As if I’d seen it first hand
I wrote in such a fevered state
The words burned into my teachers
The thought that I was in a broken home
Filled with broken things
Holes in the wall
Angry, shrilled yells filling the air
Leaving no room
For me to breathe