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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2158871
The dying of a youth's spirit for the step-parent's callousness.
His bellowing laughter cut me
to the minuscular size
of a lone blade of grass
amidst the backyard's fallow.

He smelled the seething
of contemptuous innocence,
and he laughed all the harder,
slapping his leg.

Family filled the backyard;
they were my family, not his.
He was just an add-on
with a hateful soul.

Those enchanting pink tulips *TulipP**TulipP**TulipP*
that grew beneath my window
wilted under his acid tongue.
They died with my spirit.

Turning eighteen was the
greatest event of my life.

18 Lines.
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