What's Left Behind Poem by Heidi Wiggin

Grey, sharp pieces of metal. Bend like paperclips. They fall quickly and as they fall they sound like screeching owls. They slice through the air and when hit by light they blind me. As they hit the ground all becomes quiet. And when I awake in the morning I won't remember him at all.
But when I put my foot to my bedroom floor, I scream in pain as the pieces of him slice into my skin. I don't know what broke him. Maybe it was mom always bossin him around. Maybe it was skeletons beggin to be free from the binds of his closet. Possibly it was work; so peaceful and fake. I don't know what tore him apart and I can't fix his horrible wreck. I don't have the words to explain how she feels inside. I can't say I'm sorry cuz it would just be a lie. I can't love him cuz I don't know how. I can't take it back cuz it was never really there. And I can't open his closet cuz she's locked it too tight.