Pyrrhic Children

Your wild hands brought us closer

In the worst way imaginable.

Would I ever be able to separate myself

From their fury?

What could I have done in my sleep

To make you erupt out of nowhere

In the middle of the night?


You would blast your own vocal chords.

I wonder how your body could recover.

And she would listen to you and your

Accusations. You have made yourself holy.

Never did we hear apologies. You never had

To live with yourself like we did. See you.

You never understood how demolishing you felt to us.

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