Three Parts of a Whole
I hear the screams, the yells, the angry words
Like the screech of an angry bat.
They scorch my ears like an open flame,
And slice my heart like a double-edged sword.
I remember how things used to be.
How every word was wrapped in love,
And every look laced with affection.
Now every word is like the snarl of a rabid dog,
And every look burns like the fires of Hell.
They do not know that I listen and understand.
They do not hear my sister's sobs at night.
Their anger cracks the walls and poisons the air,
Threatening to smother us all.
Then the air is clear as glass,
Our ears no longer battered by brutal words.
Mother, and daughter, and daughter.
All for one, and one for all.
Three parts of a whole.
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