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A home is a person, a person is a home

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Biting words from that tongue so alike to a whip

Filled what had once been a home of life and laughter.

Each scathing syllable sought to silence a giggle

And the halls were left with not a sound to echo.

There was a beast confined to the attic,

Whose voice grew hoarse as it pulled against restraints.

Contusions bloomed like the flowers that had wilted long ago

And each fallen petal made its cantankerous nature harder to suppress.

The words burnt like embers as a great roar set alight

What I was too young to remember ever being a home.

Crimson dancers filled the space that had felt to so empty

And I allowed their vermillion companions to consume me.

It is uninhabitable, as no home should be,

Ashes without a phoenix to redeem them.

Those same words will berate you, blame you,

As though you had made them build the home only for it to be razed

For words, blind and unfeeling, cannot tell

When each scathing syllable ignites a new crimson dancer.

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