You shut up.
You sound just like your father.
Do you want to be like him?
No you shut up.
Don’t fucking talk to me.
I hate you.
She stands tall and threatening in the
FUCK YOU. You’re crazy.
The mother cowers but never lets her forget.
Do you want to be like your mother?
You act just like her.
You’re right that is enough. Fuck you.
I’m outta here.
You’re such an asshole.
She nearly misses the father’s face and
punches through a glass window.
She is twelve.
She hopes to never be like either one of
Misery seeps from their skin and lives in
their blank stares.
Do they think their misery is unseen?
That the hate just cuts through each other?
She hears it all.
She feels it all.
It pushes her hand through the glass.