• She comes home,
    Avoids you.
    You just want
    Attention
    But she tries to
    Command you…
    Run.

    You say no,
    She gets mad;
    You’re afraid,
    But try to hold onto your
    Pride…
    Run.

    Doors slam,
    Curses fly,
    “I hate you!”
    Is yelled so
    Bitterly,
    From daughter to mother;
    Mother to daughter…
    RUN.

    Take your backpack and
    Sprint
    Into the night, the wind
    Whipping your
    Flushed face;
    Salty tears
    Staining the pavement…
    RUN
    Away.


    ~~Susannah Emeline