A Memory©
My dad wakes up his breath smells of whiskey,
His eyes glazed over like glass, still and emotionless
He staggers when he walks,
He walks in circles for a whie,
Then comes to.
He tells me to fetch him a beer from the fridge.
I do as I am told without a word; in fear.
As a tear runs down my cheek and onto my lips,
With the taste of salt.
I tell myself not to cry
Though I always cry inside.
I exit the kitchen and hand him his beer,
Wishing that there was a different guy sitting there,
In that old reclining chair.
It is Saturday I can go outside and play.
I play with my dog named Freak,
He's a Pitbull small and weak like me.
I am called inside to eat,
It's my favorite meat; Steak.
I eat all I can before he forces the rest down my throat with his hand.
Then the thrashing of the belt.
I fall to the carpet that once was soft,
Now rought and smells of booze.
I wait until he is gone and done to yelp.
Hours later the brusises and marks from the belt have begun to welt.
Bruises on my face,
Dad still running on my case.
Friday, November 20th 2009
His eyes glazed over like glass, still and emotionless
He staggers when he walks,
He walks in circles for a whie,
Then comes to.
He tells me to fetch him a beer from the fridge.
I do as I am told without a word; in fear.
As a tear runs down my cheek and onto my lips,
With the taste of salt.
I tell myself not to cry
Though I always cry inside.
I exit the kitchen and hand him his beer,
Wishing that there was a different guy sitting there,
In that old reclining chair.
It is Saturday I can go outside and play.
I play with my dog named Freak,
He's a Pitbull small and weak like me.
I am called inside to eat,
It's my favorite meat; Steak.
I eat all I can before he forces the rest down my throat with his hand.
Then the thrashing of the belt.
I fall to the carpet that once was soft,
Now rought and smells of booze.
I wait until he is gone and done to yelp.
Hours later the brusises and marks from the belt have begun to welt.
Bruises on my face,
Dad still running on my case.
Friday, November 20th 2009
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