They fought like lions,
Slinking around the living room sofa,
Preparing to pounce on one-another
And using words to tear into each other
Like sharp teeth sinking into sour flesh.
I climbed through a hole in the wall
And reached my arms around my head
To protect myself
From the falling roof.
I was saved by the pages of a book
That wrapped around me like a baby's blanket,
Pages warmer than a mother's love
And paragraphs more potent than a parent's lies.
I hid my cries behind blueberry eyes
And plump tomato cheeks,
Never knowing what I lost
Until I was too old to get it back