Kick, punch, slap!!
Why do I always fall into this trap?

One minute everything is civil and nice. 
Next a glare....As cold as ice.
Every day is different, A chance, a gamble. Like rolling dice.

It's like walking on egg shells.
Your mood changes, it has fits and spells.

As nice as pie...
Then boom!! I have a new black eye.

Always tread lightly.
Only moving slightly.

Inch by inch.
Sometimes if I'm lucky I escape with something minor, maybe a graze or a pinch.
You love me, you say.
I know but I get scared by your "Physical Affection Display."

Yet again you have that itch.
Everything goes form "Yeah sure Sweet-pea." to "YOU *****!"
Deceitful, conniving and misleading.
Leaving me; coughing, wincing and bleeding.

I attempt to make a desperate dash.
But you're right there again, quick as a flash.

You feed off of my undiluted fear.
Something akin to a terrified baby dear.

Pinned between you and my door.
I'm knocked abruptly to the floor.
The blows continue. Several dozen more.
Paired with an announcement of a "Personality flaw."

My throat: constricting.
Due to the pain that you are inflicting.

Before I've tried to object.
Old and faded bruises. I have been given, my prompt to pause and reflect.

These "Special Gifts" I wish to return.
"Oh pumpkin, Mama is just helping you Live, Love and Learn."