Family Curses

I run. I hide. Escape.

But nothing helps me.

The Family Curse follows..

I recognized it’s stench.

The odor reprehensible.

First, I am abused by him.

Then my mother is abused..

After that, my sister breaks her foot.

The curses continue.

Sad but true it is so.

I’ve learned to expect.

Curses never change.

Family Curses follow.

Always there…always.

Maybe it will go away.

No…it will always be.