I walk fast down the driveway.
The neighbors across the street
stare me down,
wondering
why the girl
in the yellow dress
is walking so brusquely,
hands balled into fists.
Can they hear my parents
screaming
crying
yelling
the loud music floating down
from my brother's room
the only lights on in the rooms
where my family
quietly wage their battles?
My pace quickens.
I take off my shoes
hard cement under my toes.
I'm breathing too harshly
tears
dripping down my face and then
fuck it,
I'm taking off my shoes.
I run.
Run run run run
down the road and I'm crying
because sometimes my suburban hikes
are fractured, desperate runs
my attempt
to escape my fate
of being trapped in a role I should never have had
to be in.
Everyone on this street probably thinks I'm fucking insane.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Park Benches and Polaroids
Thơ caBiking, late night summers, falling in love, a yearning for adventure, and the color yellow: a poetry collection about introspection, love, and change from my own life, all the way up until I turned 20.