I almost said something… but didn’t
Mute as a tongueless haunt
I remained merely a watchful specter
Cowering in a corner… helpless… afraid
As blows rained down upon her skin
My only interjection salty trickles
Runnelling down my cheeks
When her skin split …. Crimson flowing
I but moaned… turned away
At six I wasn’t big enough
Not strong enough
I lacked the power …
To stop You
No longer….
My voice I have found
When I find you
You will hear my roar
This I promised over my mother’s ashes
This I will fulfill upon my father’s person
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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