Come and Read
My twin left me
For a life of her own,
My elder sister stayed
But may as well be gone.
My stepsister stayed
With an abuser
For that is all she knows
I left my mother
Because she was an abuser.
Four out of five
Estranged, abandoning, abusing and abused.
When my father leaves the mortal coil
I will be alone
Mourning from a row of empty chairs.
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
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