Wrote a short poem at 4am on Thanksgiving when I couldn't sleep while visiting my parents'

What is this place

My parents bought a house They covered the grass out back in concrete Because of bugs They draw all the curtains closed Because people will look in In the dark, My younger siblings stay inside Because it's safer than outside My siblings hug their laptops to sleep They know nothing else

The only joy in this place

When it's time to open another bottle My heart breaks when I visit My heart breaks when I'm away