My life was worth a jar of spare change

My step father decided I wasn’t welcome in his home anymore.

“You need to leave.” My step father said this, nonchalantly, after calling me into the garage. His voice was slurred a little bit, he had been day drinking. There were already several empty glass bottles surrounding him.

I had been confused so I asked him what he meant. “Pack your bags, you need to leave this…



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Kelly Tompkins

Austin,Texas sober girl. Lover of horror movies, cats, and fitness. Occasional bad poet.