Abuse

It was violent.

He was violent.

it’s 10 am and he’s already asking for a drink.

But it’s okay because he’s helping fix up the house.

it’s 11 am and he’s downed 2 drinks,

About to be a third.

It’s 12:30pm and he’s making food but he needs a drink.

There is nothing.

It’s 12:45pm and he comes downstairs to scream.

I’m so sorry.

It’s 2:30.

He said it’s ok.

He said he was sorry.

I’ll be ok.

It’s 5:30 the time has flew.

I wish I could say “if only you knew what those drinks did to you.”

It’s 9:30 and he was driving drunk

You made it home alive but what if you didn’t?

it’s 9:35 and the plate smashes

The floor is wrecked.

The glass, shattered.

I am downstairs.

And then there was a bang,

Some slapping.

Crying.

All of a sudden I am upstairs.

I watch as he holds your throat.

Your eyes begging for help.

He grabs your daughters throat.

She just wanted to help you.

He’s a monster.

The wall broke.

The puppies torn at who to protect.

“Call the fucking cops.”

Then I am downstairs.

I shake and I cannot stop.

My hands holding my phone as it’s taken out of my hands.

I am vibrating.

I and scared.

Then he comes downstairs.

He yells.

I am scared.

I am so very scared.

I blink.

I am gone.

He is gone and

You are shattered...

In the million pieces he left you.