TRAGIC Poem: Big Sister, by Kennedie Krieger

that sad beige room began to tremble
low rumblings are not uncommon here
tonight though, they are stronger
powerful and menacing in a new way
her pleas and shouts becoming desperate
there’s a thud on the other side of the wall

cautiously peeking out the door I see
his dark figure looming across the hall
fury-filled eyes pierce into mine
breath laced with alcohol he leans in
muttering hysterically about hate and evil
declaring my mother to be a ‘manipulative bitch’

small and scared, swallowed by uncertainty
she lets herself sink under covers
nothing I could do to offer security
except for softly wrapping her in my arms
silently promising to always be around
in the corner, the tv glowed while we held each other

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