Partial Custody
He stuns me with a slap back
"Can you take that?
I'll take you to your mom's in the hatchback."
He throughs me over the shoulder,
mannerisms growing colder.
Throwing tears into a holster
forced to bolster- violence is closer.
Young and alone, left to roam,
looking for a place to call my home.
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