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Trapped After the shouting Deathly quiet She would disappear into the bathroom Or rarely upstairs If we were in the room we were stuck We didn’t move, not a muscle, not even an eyeball The fortunate ones could sneak away I was stunned the first time I noticed God, her eyes are red! Mom’s been crying! I was dumbfounded But even more dreadful Was the immediate feeling of kinship My stomach lurched as I realized Christ, she’s just one of us No different at all Just Trapped |
Additional Notes:
I'll never forget being afraid to move my eyes.
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