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Unspoken


After weeks of preparation, finally planned perfection Invincibility was overwhelming, irrational though it was The plan Escape. The destination Anywhere but here. In the eyes of a child, my future foolproof Pull out of my vision of paradise, back into reality with the slam of a door He was home. Fear pulsated through my body one more time, no more An outburst, a yell, a fit of rage shattered my imagined world A world without fear. A world without him. My fast heart beat stopped dead in my chest, like always when my name came from his lips Stomping up the stairs, Hell found me One last time. Surrounded by a strange sense of fear and familiarity. I knew what was to come One last time. Took a breath, closed my eyes, and braced myself. One last time. And what happened next- Some words are better left unspoken.
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