Your mother acts as though nothing happened.
She makes dinner and sits at the table, staring into her plate.
He stumbles in drunk, stands behind her and says,
“I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”
She sits silent for a long time.
You can see the bruise over her eye turning purple.
You can feel her sadness filling the room.
She nods without looking up.
He forces a kiss on her then smiles at you as if to say
everything’s fine now.
You stare into your plate.
NO CHILD SHOULD HAVE TO LIVE WITH A MONSTER
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