Pulling Teeth
you got in the car
three days without a shower
hair hanging in your face
looking out the window
knowing what you did
what said
hurt
it had been said
your arguments made
so you sat there
listened as I told you
in a voice you never heard
what you truly done
afterward you clung to me
said you were sorry
my body was stress sore
exposed nerves
raw eyes and gums
my father heart
broke to pieces
for us
and what we were
in that moment
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This poem breaks my heart. I feel the pain.