Through that Door

Their muffled shouting echoes
like a dull pain throbbing through
my entire body. Every shout pierces
the skin along my back,
causing my back to arc,
Shivering my very soul.

I know what they are talking about,
My mother cries out in sorrow, my father bellows
like a pained ox, angry, belligerent.
Drawers slam-- silverware rattles--
dishes slide as placid domesticity
turns into a method of.threapy

I didn’t ask for this to happen,
why are they acting like it’s my fault?
They should be going after him, leaving
me to sit here, bundled in my bed,
my pillow and my bear tight against my chest.
It is quiet now, I breathe a sigh

If only I didn’t go through that door…

Their muffled shouting echoes
like a dull pain throbbing through
my entire body, sharp like nails
across a chalkboard that deaden
my spine in cold aches,
Shivering my very soul.

I know what they are talking about,
My mother cries out for mercy, my father bellows
like a pained ox, angry, belligerent.
Drawers slam rattling silverware,
dishes slide over dishes as placid
domesticity becomes a method of stifling anger.

It wasn’t my fault, why are they acting,
like it’s my fault
They should be going after him, leaving
me to sit here, bundled in my bed,
hugging my pillow and my bear.
The sounds quiet now, I breathe a sigh

If only I didn’t go through that door…

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