He mentioned the word home

Such an innocuous word

What kind of person

Is triggered by the word


I’m in heavy denial

About my past
I forget

That it only takes

One word

One mean girl

One thoughtless boy

To send me


Over the edge
Tonight it was home

And a few hours of silence

That felt like abandonment
And then I realised

The house of cards

I have been calling home

Was lying at my feet
Girls like me

Don’t have homes

I whisper, as once again

I step over the wreckage

Of more shattered dreams

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