Physical Distance | Teen Ink

Physical Distance

April 5, 2013
By Anonymous

’82 pale blue Mazda
Looks better while it’s shrinking
Kicking back gravel
Like a rocket spits flame
He sets that driveway on fire

This house is whiskey, weed,
And shattered glass to me
These walls bear swearing,
Wasted tears and
Far too little tenderness
They echo petty insults,
Vast disappointment,
And fear

Maybe he’ll heal up and disappear
With the purple bruise mid thigh
Of twelve year old me,
But he’ll carry all that damage to his grave
The same as I’ll wear what he did to me
Until my heart burns out



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