A fragile house

there’s a bleeding teen,
crawling like a snail
with period cramps.
what the fuck!
looking at the blood spot,
and cursing the god.

‘Reka, take this…
take that…’
her mother screams
amid the steam,
with burning spine,
bleeding like a pig.

and the grandma looks
at them with dozing eyes,
amid the darkness of
her wrinkles and freckles,
trying to stretch her
draining legs and hands.

and the father rushes in,
dinner… dinner…
he shakes the house –
what’s this?
no salt. and stale ?
he barks and growls.

© Sanna Wren

( picture is taken from Pinterest. ” A woman peeling vegetables ” by William Kay Blacklock )

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