Get Away

The night begins abruptly with the sound of angry voices. Mumbled tones raise in volume Soon escalate to yells of rage and fury. Bills to pay, memories of lies and deceit, Many unnamed reasons will do. Suddenly he grabs her, she cries out As his hands squeeze her arms She struggles to break his grip But he is much stronger than she is. Her small hands push against him. Her voice slurred, calls names and incites further anger. A loud crack, a hand striking flesh A weak cry, then almost silent tears. Another excuse to grab the bottle. In another room, the girl sits The television quietly drones. Wanting, needing to turn up the volume to drown out the voices. Afraid of drawing attention, Silently shaking with fear, with anger. A shadow fills the doorway, suddenly he is there. Voice enraged, accusations, questions Lunging towards the girl. The living room maze of furniture, nogotiated with one eye on the Devil. Backing away, pupils huge with fear, A cold doorknob grabbed behind her back. She escapes, without coat or shoes, into the frigid winter night