1405, old home
Someone else's now
Place where family fell apart
Filled with trees
I was too weak to climb
1405, 4-year-old crying
In the basement with Mommy
After Daddy's drunken rage
1405, the house of moths
Doors left open in place
of arguments
Doors without screens
1405, we all learned
To walk on shells
Crunch, crunch
Sometimes, hide-and-seek
In the dark
Childhood happiness
hiding moments of pain
Mastiff loyalist
Squishing us in bed
Running between us
When rough housing
Wish we'd had her when
Fists hit Mommy
Lacrimosa
A good soundtrack for trauma
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