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

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