Carly Zee Twisted Sister Family Twisted Sister Feminist Twisted Sister Poetry

POEM — she was never there

She busied herself with tidying the house

Worried about what others would think

If the carpets were not vacuumed in straight lines

Or if the curtains drooped or,

— hung askew


Go play outside, she said, don’t make a mess

So we did; not telling of our days,

Our childish whispers fell on deaf ears

Uh huh, honey-ed, and ignored


She prepared meals – suppers served at 5:15 sharp!

Just as my father walked in; and we froze

The entire house buffeted by his roars

And threats to harm –

Ourselves or our loved ones,

Not Mr. Stuffy, my sister’d cried


The sharp crack of a door splintering,

Hinges strained and twisted

As we huddled on one side

And he raged at the other


While she stood there

Wondering what the neighbours

Would think


My mother.



Carly Zee is a writer and dreamer of strange things with work appearing on Scriggler, Shot Glass Journal among other places. You can reach Carly through

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