Word-High July: Silakbo

Silakbo 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… Continue reading Word-High July: Silakbo