Red Walls

By Taylr Smaw

i am from broken relationships

from home cooked meals and drunken slurs

scary, silent, the taste of fear is always in the air

i am from a great oak tree,

it branches to everyone but me

i’m from the barbecues and the judgemental eyes

i’m from the need to take control and the quiet nights

from “ Pour me another glass!” and “You can do better.”

sweet peaches, sour cherries, bitter lemons

the drunk nights, rough fights, what a sight!

upon our walls lay broken relationships, everywhere you look, in a frame, in a book, except my room

what's the point of family, if they broke when i was born.