Unspoken

I remember coming home when I was a kid to an empty house. The tv would be on the floor. Furniture would be turned over.

Apparently my mom got drunk and mad at my brother

I remember in 6th grade after Camp.I came home to an empty house. Thinking wow no one even missed me. Just my cat.

I remember I always wanted to go to the store with my mom and my sister. Always being told no

They would not come home until late at night because they would end up in some bar.

The cigarette smoke would be so thick

In the air. My eyes burning

I would close My eyes and try to sleep

Listening to the drunken storm in the dark

I used to have nightmares of my grandmother burning me with cigarettes

Dreams that my brother was trying kill me

Screaming banging on my mothers door

She would say it’s a dream go back to bed

But there were thing that were never said