This morning it’s all quiet again.
Your mother’s nowhere to be seen.
But there’s a broken bedside-lamp in the trash.
Did he hit her with it?
Has she left? Has she left you behind?
What will happen to you if she really leaves?
You don’t know. You’re only ten.
All you know is it’s too quiet now.
Quiet is scary.
Sometimes it’s scarier than chaos and slamming doors,
yelling and pushing and being spat at.
NO CHILD SHOULD HAVE TO LIVE WITH A MONSTER
To report instances of domestic violence, call AWARE at 6774 5935
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