Expressing Invisible Scars

My mother burned us all…smoke rose from the ashes that clinged to our beds, to the tables and chairs. No one knew of screams that echoed through the night, of the sleepless nights from lying in wait for what may come. Nothing stoked the flames we burned like unsmoked cigarettes slowly our flames died out. My father sat in silence Ignoring blood soaked pillows, ignoring us, and how we were expressing invisible scars through silence and self harm ignoring his own house engulfed in flames.