Picture Perfect, Not Here

"Would you pass the salt?"

is all you say to one another

your fight has remained for so long,

your angry outbursts happen over and over,

I want to leave this broken home

To see real emotion

Never have I seen my mother and father

Be civilized to one another

I gasp for the time of a breath

Timeless, airless

We drift, they fight.

Conflicted families, my heart aches.