Act I
He storms up the staircase
Tears tremble on your face
What did you even do wrong?
The screaming begins
The monster comes in
You’ll never get the end
His fist clenched
Your stomach wrenched
Looking at his knuckles
A slap a sting
The birds don’t sing
You’ve been punished
The first comes down
The words come out
Then another swing.
The bruise begins
The kicks your shins
And now your down
The curtain falls
The crowd in awe
The show hasn’t even begun.
This poem is about:
Me