Kelda Tsan Mohl

Listen to the soft pattern 

of rain drops falling onto the window pane 

creating streams of water 

that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill. 

Feel the softness of a blanket 

Don’t you worry child,

it’ll be alright

Don’t you worry child,

i’ll hold you through the night

When the rain comes and the wind blows,

i promise that i’ll hold you close

“I can make it hurt,”

My sister’s mouth uttered these words,

as she raised her pickle ball paddle to threaten my brother

My siblings have always had their moments,

where they would fight as if they were opponents

Blood was splattered violently along the walls of a long, dark, cold, ally way. In the back left corner of it was two trash bins over flowing with garbage; untouched by any man for weeks.