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white picket fences are a lie

when you are five
there are so many things
you don't understand

your mom weeps daily
tears seem to never end
comfort is not wanted

in the kitchen
she mumbles to herself
hands deep in sudsy water
bubbles popping
against fragile skin

she turns briskly
to the form in the corner
where this small child watches quietly
she hisses like a cat
"i hate you!"

briskly her dad enters
trying to offer assistance
to explain away such an attack

what your mom means to say
she hates you because
you remind her of herself

her heart doesn't understand
what that means at all


it makes no sense



her five year old soul
decides to run.
to build unpenetrable walls
break free of the rubble
that threatens to crumble
crush her spirit

she wants no part
of any of it
from that day forward
subconsciously
she plans her escape








Written by jemac
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Things she tries to forget, but sometimes memories leak through the cracks .
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