A funny poem.

A child play’s, off in the distance, so someone yells and screams. Trying to see if anyone is frightened. But that person rarely thinks of the aftereffects, the consequences of their actions until it’s too late.

I know who it is.

About a fun day up on a hill.

Can you really be homeless with a roof over your head?

Take a moment to consider my words.

Shelley takes Christopher to a family barbecue and verbally spars with “the other woman,” Robert’s wife. Which, to his amazement, leads the two women to bond, sort of.

A very strange feeling to have.

One sigh to take away all of the pain.

You yell, on your cell, all the way from hell…