30/30 Day 16-Brick Red

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

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