Nuclear Family

‘Can we not fight tonight?’ are the words that echo through the wall

It’s the third time this week and I think their marriage is in turmoil

The kids are sent outside to play whilst they scream out every fault

In pyjamas at midnight whilst the secrets come tumbling out the vault

The boy stares looking for an escape as his mother breaks the plates

His father’s no good with native tongue so his daughter helpfully translates

They’re all in the kitchen brawling they don’t notice that the boy goes missing

And when his body is found three days later they spend all their time reminiscing

‘A sweet child’ the papers write whilst his parents praise his quiet sensibilities

And once again their talking covers up and glosses all over his vulnerabilities.

Little Ginge x



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