Expressing Invisible Scars
My mother burned us all…smoke
rose from the ashes that clinged
to our beds, to the tables and chairs.
No one knew of screams that
echoed through the night, of the
sleepless nights from lying in
wait for what may come.
Nothing stoked the flames
we burned like unsmoked cigarettes
slowly our flames died out.
My father sat in silence
Ignoring blood soaked pillows,
ignoring us, and how we were
expressing invisible scars through
silence and self harm ignoring his
own house engulfed in flames.
Copyright © Debbie Walker | Year Posted 2023
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