May/11

13

Painfully Vivid

The blow across my face

Is so ingrained

That not feeling it

 

Wakes me

To the safety of my own bed

 

It is the first night of Spring Break

I am too bothered to sleep

 

(On Reflection)

I help a drunken mother

Up a mountain of stairs

She teeters and totters

Before falling to the ground

 

I leave

To clear my head

 

I come back home

A term I use loosely

 

To find a bathroom filled with silence

The sound of confrontation usually starts

Quieter than a whisper

 

A stereo is plugged in next to the tub

The dank room smells of drunken lust

I find my clothes drowning face down in the toilet

 

A parent apparently didn’t think

That I cleaned up after myself

 

I scoff under my breath

My frustration is palpable

Even upstairs my father can taste

My rage of injustice

 

He asks “WHAT?”

I roll my head in disgust

Knowing it’s a lost cause

Fighting with a lost cause

I never learned to shut up

For that long

 

I stand my ground in opposition

I don’t have to say anything

 

My presence alone signals my defiance

I ready for the strike across my face

 

When the pain doesn’t come

The adrenaline grabs for the pen

 

My past has ensured that this first vacation night

Will not be a restful one.

 

 

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