Home Sweet Home?

My hands shake as I turn the key I haven’t touched in months,

and step across the threshold.

All the burdens I thought I rid myself of come falling back on my shoulders.

There’s anger festering beneath these walls,

rotting the core away,

all hidden behind pretty masks and fake words.

You’re words are a whip–

I don’t think you know how deep they cut.

“It’s only a few days” I tell myself,

“I can do this.”

What if I can’t?

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