The door slams open to reveal my sister
holding her stuffed tiger.
Again,
I wait for someone,
anyone,
to hear another argument,
but no neighbors come,
so I sigh and beckon my sister to my bed,
while I stand up to close the door.
I tuck her in
and I kiss her cheek.
I cover her ears
and she falls asleep.
I wait hugging my knees to my chest
as I hope
that end is soon to come.
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Tainted Hearts
PoetryThere's more than one way to tell a story. A story told through poetry showing the true impact change has. Following a girl's journey through her parent's divorce.