I smell the liquor On his breath And see the confused anger In his eyes. I hear him yell at my mom And I hear him hit her. I run and hide under my bed. I start crying. I should be brave enough to go out there And save mommy. I hear his stumbling footsteps Get closer and closer. "don't you dare touch him!" I hear with a smack. Then my mom slowly slides to the floor. My door opens. I see his feet. He starts laughing and his hand snakes Under my bed and grabs my neck. Jeremiah. He scoops me up and lets me sit On my old creaky bed. He covers my eyes and grabs My hands And he picks me up And for a minute I'm weightless, Flying through the air Until crash I slump against the wall. I feel his fist. Again and again.
"baby josh? Baby Josh it's okay honey It's just a dream"... I am holding onto auntie kk's shirt tight. I bury my face into her warm neck an she hugs me. She kisses my head. "Jeremiah." I cry. "I know honey. He's gone. He's gone."
My friend Mykayla took in her nephew when he was two, a nightly routine for them.