20 leaving the bathroomA Chapter by Poe Met Emilyleaving the bathroom I heard the bell ring as loud as a gong as he ripped into me, angry gnashing teeth
about my attitude, my disobedience, that it was his house, his rules and as long as I lived there, I had to abide by them.
If I wanted to act unruly, then I needed to leave.
I was old enough now that he didn’t have to deal with my s**t, take care of me, or tolerate me.
I needed to shape up or ship out.
I needed to pay the full rent again and give him money for lunch, for gas, his pot, and new clothes because I owed it to him from birth.
I owed him respect for leaving his body in the heat of the moment.
At the expense of my wellbeing, at the price of a genuine home, at the cost of a functionality, I owed it all.
After what felt like hours listening to his raised voice,
the stern talking of my mother, the bitter glances thrown like knives to me by my brothers, I was finally allowed to go to bed.
I spent a week or so dwindling my things into piles for the
Salvation Army or Goodwill. I threw out things I held dear, gifts I was given, art supplies, CDs I had made.
I was willing to minimize the value of my life into heaps.
I even looked at my first acoustic and thought heavily about breaking it. I chose not to, and looked at the piles, my heart in each lump of material.
I would leave one way or another, whether that was by being kicked out or dying. © 2021 Poe Met Emily |
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Added on March 5, 2021 Last Updated on March 5, 2021 AuthorPoe Met EmilyNCAboutI am a young adult. And all my Poetry is Nonfiction. Anything else, feel free to ask. :] more..Writing
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