Last time we met

you sat across from me,

teeth bared, eyes wide, a complete threat,

Now flashbacks cloud my mind and i want to be free.

My heart races and fear claws at my throat,

This time I don't know which part of you will be present,

My kind and loving father or his wicked double gloating

Proud of the purple stains and scars he's left on my mother before he went.

This fear of not knowing will always haunt me,

The ghost of the screams and the physical abuse

my mother on the floor wanting to flee,

But never finding a way out of his ridicule.

We spent years like this,

in an abyss.

Until it finally stopped

and now we live in a bliss.