My room is my sanctuary.
Voices outside the door
Make the floorboards tremble.
I feel the vibrations of stamping feet
And crashing plates
And burrow under my covers.
I hide beneath my blankets,
wrapping them around myself
As I try not to make a sound.
A sob occasionally
Bursts from my lips
Yet I cannot cry out.
Next door to me
My brother cowers in his bed
Frightened and alone.
Once I would have comforted him
But that is no longer allowed.
The fighting continues
The voices are quieting now,
But that does not mean
That it is diminishing.
They carry on
Until eventually
one or the other
Remembers that we are home.
The television blares
All is calm once again.
For now.


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