There was screaming, yelling,
scratchy throats, wet eyes.
I felt it build
the room felt it, I think the walls retracted.
cowered.

I knew it was coming but I still push back.

knuckles tear into hollow core doors
like nothing.

I roll my eyes at your anger, yell some more.
Hiding the terror.

20 years ago, I heard your voice in a dream.
A whisper, a glimpse.
Too real. Too real for a child to throw off as just a dream.
Too Often.

How do I find you?

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