Brick red, two stories
At the end of a cul de sac
An old office building
This house, my childhood
Settled in a bedroom
Full of drawers
Rows and rows lined walls
Folded up my secrets
And tucked them, neatly
Hid myself in the drawers
This house held my childhood
Bruised walls, loud clamoring pipes
Echoing out the fights
My best friend’s father
Once told me
They could hear my mother and I
Screams, ripped across
The quiet country town soundtrack
And everyone knew
I dodged gazes in school
Poetic Trials 