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
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