I heard the battle come ...

 

  The front door slams shut

 

 and the scent of hatred embraced the air, like usual. 

 

The grasshoppers were here.

 

 Yelling at one another. 

 

Making their snapping noises 

 

each time expressing more detestation towards the other;

 

 declaring their side with urge and anger.

 

 So I turn to my only insulation 

 

that could keep me out of this war,

 

Music.

 

I take my earbuds out

 

 I plug in comfort in one ear, and contentment in the other.

 

To block the tension

 

And the torment 

 

From the thoughts 

 

Of living inside of 

 

What seemed like

 

Another World War

 

Thereupon, I let the sounds and vibrations

 

Lead me through an exodus away from

 

The echo's that bring more anxiety

 

Every time I come across them.

 

So I try to escape

 

Hoping to flush the agony

 

That paralyzes my last hopeful

 

thoughts and feelings

 

before the possibility of

 

stitching a purple heart to my chest

 

and declaring surrender 

 

So, I become oblivious

 

To my mind

 

As the never-ending

 

 beeping of crickets continue 

 

From outside my un-insulating door

 

But then again 

 

The crickets aren't actually 

 

Crickets ...

 

They're just my way to 

 

express 

 

My attempt to soften the conflicts

 

Between my parents ...