Beat me Black and Blue

Stench of alcohol on his breath
quiet, got to keep quiet, got to hold my tongue
don’t look him in the eye, it will provoke him
must have his dinner on the table

Ask him how his day was, and that sets him off
towering above me, I receive the first blow
I try to get away, and I’m grabbed by the scruff
why don’t I respect him? he roars

Another punch to the head
I sprawl on the flaw
he delivers a kick to my chest
fetal position, in vain hope for protection

Beats me black and blue
immediately after he feels remorse
begs for my forgiveness
he cries like a baby

My will is broken
my confidence in shreds
what do I do?
where do I go?

The horrific cycle goes on


PART 1 OF A TRILOGY