Blanket Fort.A Poem by Lauren EmmonsDisclaimer: This was written about a friend. The person in this story is not me.When I was six, I strung blankets over chairs to create my new blanket fort. I crawled inside, and watched with small iridescent eyes my stuffed animals play. I listened to mommy kiss daddy and daddy say “I love you.” I painted hearts on my fingernails and stars on my toes. I found my happiness in the serenity that was my blanket fort. When I was sixteen, I strung blankets over chairs to create my new blanket fort. I crawled inside, and watched with dark, lonely eyes crimson drip onto the carpet. I listened to mommy hit daddy, and my mom’s favorite vase shatter on the floor. I painted crosses on my fingers, and cusses on my toes. The only happiness I was left with was the serenity of my blanket fort. © 2013 Lauren EmmonsFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on June 1, 2013 Last Updated on June 1, 2013 Tags: abuse, self harm, sad, blanket fort AuthorLauren EmmonsCOAboutMy name is Lauren, I'm striving to get into an arts school in Michigan called Interlochen for a creative writing major. Wish me luck. more..Writing
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