Submerged
Submerged.
What can the boy do when he’s at home?
But only it isn’t his home because every night he feels so alone.
When the boy’s father drowns himself every night in liquor.
When he goes to school and is asked, “What happened?” while his eyes are left low and bruised
He responds with, “daddy did it.”
Years of not being allowed to visit mom on his birthdays
Years of not being able to t...
Monday 27th March 2017 4:22 am
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