8 pm Poem

White picket fences
Cleanly cut lawns
Perfectly tended flower beds
Inviting welcome mats
Cutesy curtains

Screaming children inside
Domestic violence galore
They’re unable to eat meals together

But it’s okay
They look perfect
So it’s okay

That’s what they’ll tell themselves.

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