Like a tooth that has been lost
There is a space
Where the molar once grew
Before I cracked it
When I clenched my jaw
Terrified of the screaming
On the other side of the wall
Of my parents’ room
In the hours before dawn
When they didn’t fathom
That little children hear
And comprehend
Those words thrown at others
Out loud
Are worse than any blow…
We know…
We know…
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