edit of an older poem - now with 100% less plagiar (Remove filter)
spaghetti junction (rewrite)
Dinner times were brutal
The small talk barbaric
We dined on each other’s failures
The whole family as one
Seething and silent
He would get home from work
And sink his fangs
Into whoever looked tender
(we tried to look tough)
His blood boiling
The kettle whistling
The rend and rift
I stayed silent
Played dumb
Took my medicine
...
Saturday 10th October 2015 12:58 pm
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