The corner of my room never felt so safe 

the way the blank wall stares back at me

the sound of a cry echoes and ricocheted off there smooth aroma 

I hear the contact of a hand 

waiting to hear the cry out of resistance 

there is none

But the corner of my room feels safe

like a battle ground down below 

this could be my bunker

i pick and crawl at my own skin

watching it blister and bleed 

listening to the war unravel below 

but the corner of my room feels safe

there the walls stay in tact

there my skin lays unbruised

there the intolerable smell of alcohol doesn't rot the insides of my nose 

I let my arms wrap slowly around my shrinking body

the corner of my room feels so safe 

I hope they never find the key

Cause I know once they do

The wars next victim will be me