The tyranny
My sweaty palm
The panting breath
The missing calm.
Home, a word where you belong
A place that belongs to you.
Have I ever longed to belong?
Behind the closed doors
Sitting on the floor
Hand in your mouth
The screams suppressed
No one to hear you out
"Don't be loud"
She cried bleeding
Home,
Where nightmares are lived
Comforters?
Hell's messenger
A sin.
~JNSR