Featherweight Foghorn
Growing up with you was growing up at the mercy of a coin toss; a child walking on egg shells, never knowing when the violent fury would come to escape the mind-quake of anxiety. For a decade, I was a prisoner to my nest in a sick attempt to rest.
Through a life without support and twisted affection, to quickly turn in a different direction. There was that night you told me to leave, you shrieked and told me you couldn’t stand me, I grabbed my clothes and walked out the door.
Hardly believing your wavering moods had boiled to that extreme and just as I had taken a piece of you, you’ve left your mark on me. Another kid in the world only knowing fear-stained love, destined to never feel at home wherever I may rest.
