Sep 19
Age 17
I slip quiet through kitchen
***** blind for bed
In the 1 am night
Forgot the golf *****
I left lying there
One by one
They roll, they bounce
In a staccato poem
Of Oh hell
Yes, he flings door open
“Any more noise I will get my belt!”
I slip quiet through kitchen
***** blind for bed
In the 1 am night
Forgot the golf *****
I left lying there
One by one
They roll, they bounce
In a staccato poem
Of Oh hell
Yes, he flings door open
“Any more noise I will get my belt!”
My father had a hair trigger on his anger. I did my best to avoid him.
