I'm Vaccinated

Nobody knows what happens behind closed doors:

the blood staining the floors.

Not my blood, but he is my blood

Except his is now poison, which he now pours

from his veins to cleanse himself, to get clean.

His addiction has infected me; I am sick

The anger and the pain he just can't contain.

I'm assaulted because he can not refrain

from unleashing the virus that he sustains.

But now he is cured

He is no longer sick because it has nothing left to consume

People are crying because it was too soon

Life resumes

He has left me with the memories still

Memories that serve as antibodies

My brother introduced me to the dangers of in the world

All the chaos and strife

And now I can create my own clean life