Through The Crack- A Response To The City Of Beasts By Isabel Allende Poem by Mon Fur

When I came home that day,
I saw you with that razor—
right next to Mom’s neck.
Her tears were falling
as anger coursed through my body,
forcing me to do what I regret.

I tackled you to the floor,
ignoring Mom’s calls.
I blindly threw the punches—
hoping you’d do more than just fall.

Then I heard her voice
echo through my head.
“It’s all right, son!
Calm down! ” she begged.

I staggered off of you.
I couldn’t believe what I’d done.
I ran to my room
and my destruction had begun.