I stare across the starry night sheets at your sleeping face,
Your gentle breathing is nothing like your fully conscious state.
With your yelling and hatred I fear for my life
And I know you don’t love because you told me
One too many times before.
I continuously tremble with the constant awareness that this day
Could be my very last.
Throughout the night I awoke from nightmares of your red face,
Your verbal punches sting my cheeks and
With each word I become smaller and smaller until
I am nothing but
A tiny speck
Of dust under your crushing foot.

That is what you want me to think,
It is what you want me to feel.
But it is not the truth.
You have no power over me and that infuriates you.
I want to help you,
I want to reach into the hole you dug for yourself
I muffle my screams and hope that you are only six feet under
But you are not.
You are Twelve
Feet
Deep
In your own pit of hatred and despair.
And I wait
I wait until the sun dies and the moon crumbles to dust
But you are not digging a way out
Instead you curl into a ball and weep for yourself
And wish that I would pity you.
I don’t.