Open the Door
To my sister, who keeps me up all night, every night. Thanks a lot.lying awake light flooding from under the crack in the door voices starting at a whisper, slowly growing louder till they escalate so much I can hear them in my fevered dreams midnight already, but the storm hasn’t even begun woken up by another fight that I have not partaken in “open the door isabelle” “please, for the love of god, open the door” “open it or I’ll kick it in” I tried to block them out once, bought earplug...