From a child’s eyes

An argument is war

Before they understand words

They see anger while looking up from the floors

They hear loud sounds and experience booms

As you throw your voices across bedrooms

They see wide hand gestures

And tears while confused

Scared, frightened

Unaware of your abuse

While you think they won’t remember

I promise you they will

I’m a child with those visions

Nightmares and chills

-Mosley