the girl who lives in your mom’s house
cries inside the bedroom walls
when she thinks no one else is there.
the girl who lives in your mom’s house
tosses and turns at night,
awoken by the slightest sound in the dark.
the girl who lives in your mom’s house
laughs at jokes she’s too young for
but was forced to understand anyway.
the girl who lives in your mom’s house
stares into the bathroom mirror,
not recognizing who she sees.
the girl who lives in your mom’s house
walks from room to room
looking for you.
He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.
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