Fighting Herself
When I was a child… a poem
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1 min readMay 9, 2020
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She grabs a pot and hits the stove
Over and over and over.
Like sword fights in movies
The sound fills the house.
I want to hide, to disappear.
I cower on the couch.
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She grabs a pot and hits the stove
Over and over and over.
Like sword fights in movies
The sound fills the house.
I want to hide, to disappear.
I cower on the couch.
Poet, lover, thinker, human. Poetry editor at Prism & Pen.