It might be getting bad again.
the words that my parents speak and the sentences that they thread, just sentence one another to another year of dread.
I can feel them competing for their children.
I hear both sides, scream insults towards the other.
I thought this would all be over, now that my father seems happier and my mother has a lover.
I thought the seperation would separate the feelings of malice and hate from the bodies and minds of these self-destructive people, but all they did was cling to my sister and my brother.
blood is thicker than water, and smoke is thicker than air, tears cannot substitute water, nor can we move in front of the bear.
if I move, I will die... but if I stay, I don't think I will remain alive.
After the separation, I thought these thoughts would separate me from my mind. They did indeed, rid from my mind and rooted in my gut, these feelings of remorse, hate, and disgust bubble up and spit. like water bubbling over a pot, or the kettle screaming its words of surrender.
I shall face death once again, and be held in his arms until my parents walk away and I can return unharmed.
