He collapses and begins to weep.
After an uncountable amount of time
he wipes his red eyes and dries his tear-stained cheeks.
He checks his voice; no croaking.
Back downstairs he spies his target.
No apologies tonight.
The yelling continues and the fight drags on.
After an uncountable amount of time
he wipes his red eyes and dries his tear-stained cheeks.
He checks his voice; no croaking.
Back downstairs he spies his target.
No apologies tonight.
The yelling continues and the fight drags on.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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