it's just a matter of time before i kick in your fucking skull

backed up against the wall
your hands are on my neck
I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET
the smell of alcohol on your breath
makes me sick
but i dare not retch
no need to make you more angry
you let me go
pick her up
i scramble further up the stairs
you're screaming
she cries
you let it out
and let her go
scrambling up the stairs together
hidden in the safety of the play room
waiting out the storm
or at least
waiting until you passed out
and always always always
pretending like
it
never
ever
happened.