Category : Poems

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I'm home
I say as I walk threw the door
There he is, on the couch, scrolling his phone 
I quietly walk to my room, hoping he doesn't notice

I'm home 
I say as I walk threw the door
'There she is, my favorite youngest daughter'
He says, smilling and happy 

I'm home 
I say as I walk threw the door
He slams his fist on the table at me
Here it comes, the flash and fury 
Ready to hit me and beat my brain