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Abuse
Abuse.
The screaming was fever pitch,
Mums nose was bleeding badly,
Her arms were boxer like
As she cowered against the cooker.
Dad stood finger pointing,
Spittle kept leaving his fierce mouth.
His abuse was terrible,
He was well drunk and foaming at the mouth.
My urine hit the upswept kitchen floor
From beneath my worn nighty
And my eyes widened so much
I thought they would burst.
Mums pleading was getting worse,
I thought her voice would
Burst the window glass
As it was getting so high.
The kitchen block was to my left,
I stared at the big handled knifes.
He hit her again.
I grabbed the biggest handle,
Ran across the sticky floor
then plunged the blade in to Dads
Thigh,
He screamed in horror and disbelief,
He swayed and swayed.
Then collapsed back on the black tiled floor.
Mums last scream jolted
Me back.
She grabbed a hand
And we both fled
Out to the car.
We drove at speed to Grandmas,
“Have I killed Daddy?”
“No sweetheart,
You just killed a marriage.”
