bloody fist
splintered door
broken beer bottle
thrown across the room

                                                             ­   waking up
                                                          sho­oting pains
                                                                 in my legs

top bunk
looking down
little brother
crying             screaming

                                                            g­randmother
                                                  cheerfully awakens

slurred shouting
incoherent orders&complaints

                                           rhythmically massages

mother’s petite body
shoved against the wall

                                                         i forget all pain
                                           & instead seep in stories

why am i not moving?

                                                          of a childhood
                                                        not so long ago

just watching
just watching