A floor of eggshells
No, we cannot light his fuse
He drains the bottle
Your mother with bruises
And brother receives his now
Yours will come in time
A heart of sorrow
A desire to be safe
A life full of fear
Abuse rains down
The chain will continue on
Sins of the father
© February 2021
Duane Windell Phillips
I thought I would try doing haiku for this one
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