pity,
when their
relationship
was stripped to
its core, it was
nothing but a
constant war.
i often wonder
who was right,
or if that even
matters.
what is right
and wrong
when the world
is broken
down to its
bones?
when
a mother is brought
to her knees?
i knew she couldn’t
come out to play
when her eye was
black and
bruised—
and i’d wonder why it
had to be that way
when he would
sulk,
bottle in hand—
anyone can be
the victim when
their universe is
nothing
but casual chaos.
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