Hatred at its Finest

Her screams echo in my mind

flashbacks come in a massive flood

he strikes her once, she falls to the floor

she spats a curse, earning herself more

the sad children In the corner

my sisters and I

watch this all horrified 

A torrent of questions, the biggest, Why?

why do they fight?

The answer seems so easy

beer mixed with anger

they’ll be better in the morning, right?

 Brought back to reality

I assess everything around me

much older now than before

I stride to the door

there they are

a jumble of fists 

mom is crying

yet she spouts another curse

one two three four

her glasses go flying, I slam the door

five. My teeth grind

six. I clear my mind.

This time, I don’t just stand by

this time, I change the pattern. 

I stride in the middle of them, anger filled drunks.

staring each parent down...

Hatred...at its finest....