Dishes Clash

The doors slam shut,

Their little child cowers:

Looking, hoping & praying.

 

The world seems cold as dust collects,

Each room empty, all but one.

 

Eyes wander as feet stomp,

Curtains close & dishes clash

Their child wraps their arms around;

alone & scared for night to fall.

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