Slamming doors, breaking plates
shouted words full of hate.
My home’s a prison full of anger,
with two loud adult boxers.
Night and day are spell in yells,
oh, it’s like earth’s version of hell.
Then one deafening night
turned so silent,
sun welcomed their bodies wrapped
in blood-made blanket.
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 8 – Silakbo.