The Fist
Last winter it was
i clearly remember
ending of August
beginning September
The kids were in bed
when I heard you come in
the stench of alcohol
the clanging of tins
You came up the stairs
trying to find me
the dirt from your boots
covering the carpet
I tried to hide in the closet
holding my breath
the thud of your step
shaking the doors
The doors rattled
becoming unhinged
the creak of the wood
making me nervous
We both know
whats about to happen
the raise of your fist
hitting my face
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