Like my father

What a night mare

In my home, a kitchen where the whole town can see

You lost your mind

Slowly becoming mad

Pushing me, my mother

Smiling before he wound back his fist

When your on the ground you can either look up or close your eyes and hope for the best

But I tried to grab his ankle to make him fall flat

When I failed he grew angrier

He mocked his power over me

His head between my legs

That smirk will never stop staining my eyelids

The smell of your breath was like my fathers,

your unwashed hair brushing against my skin

I hate the smell of hair

Your pajama pants overflowing w lint balls,

Falling between your ankles

We receive a call and I beg for help

But my mom goes silent

She doesn’t want anyone to know that her son is a monster

One that left bruises on her too

She’d rather take another hit then let anyone know that you’re in her nightmares too

_Jealyn Jay Lin_