the feeling of
death darkly.
feet knocking floor.
one two one two
pause and swig.
heart hidden deep.
He stumbles in,
bronze Liquor,
rotting tongue/mind.
Him: i cower.
hope bleeds out.
His hand strikes. yes.
“damn kid” – seals fate.
the pain screams,
clouding my face.
i didn’t know.
but that doesn’t
guard my scarred heart.
with heaving breaths,
He hurt me
until i broke.
one thousand parts,
but a boy
is still a boy.
